fic: weiss hotel 5/5 (B/T, A/Y)
[...they're not mine. still.]
"Are they still out there?”
Youji’s heart leapt into his throat, as the unexpected question startled him.
“Gods, Aya don’t do that,” he complained, stepping away from the window he had been shamelessly peeking out of. “It’s stupid to scare a trained killer.”
Aya raised an eyebrow at him, still expecting an answer to his question.
“Yeah, they’re still out there.”
Aya nodded and made to open the door leading out onto the back porch.
“What, you’re just gonna go out there?” Youji asked incredulously, blocking the redhead’s way.
“Yes,” Aya answered, eyes narrowing, “That was Manx on the phone. There are things they should know.”
“Things that can’t wait? They’ve been through a lot today.”
“Youji, I understand that you’re feeling overly protective, but we went into this knowing that Bill would have to be used as bait to a certain extent. The damage is not physical, there’s nothing else you can do.”
Aya’s words, though off topic, struck the heart of the matter and left Youji speechless long enough for Aya to slip past him and through the door.
The four boys looked up as Aya closed the door behind himself. Bill and Tom were huddled together on the porch steps, Gustav and Georg standing in front of them, a sort of barrier from the world, or perhaps just the cold night air.
“I spoke with Manx, everything has been cleared away and they’re taking the steps necessary to finish the investigation and deal with the media.”
“So it was him, then? He’s gone?” Tom asked, looking pale and far too young as he stared up at Aya.
“We’re almost certain. The killer was a sentimental type; he cut some hair from the woman he killed today, found in his pocket. Chances are, then, that the knife he used is the same one he used for the other murders. Now that the murder weapon is in the hands of a forensics team, they’ll be able to determine if he was indeed the one we were after.”
“And if he wasn’t?” Bill asked weakly.
Aya looked at him intently before answering, “I’m certain he was.”
Bill nodded and looked back down at his feet, leaning imperceptively closer to his brother.
Aya waited for another moment, but when none of the boys asked any further questions, he retreated back into the house.
Out on the porch Tom snaked an arm around his brother and Bill melted even further into his embrace.
- - -
Tom suppressed a sigh as he walked into their bedroom and saw that Bill was still seated on his bed, knees pulled up to his chest.
“Bathroom’s free if you want to use it,” he said, hoping to tempt Bill out of his funk with the prospect of a hot shower.
Bill shook his head, but made no other movement. Tom did sigh out loud, then.
“Bill,” he began, a bit desperately, but Bill had been this way since they had gotten back this morning and yes, he realized that it had to have been a bit traumatizing, but the man was dead now and Bill was acting like… well, Tom didn’t know, he’d never seen Bill act like this and it was frustrating as hell. “What’s going on?”
Bill looked up then, make-up-smeared eyes brimming with tears and all the frustration flew out of Tom’s mind. He climbed onto the bed with Bill and drew him into the circle of his arms, between his legs, a sort of side-ways hug. Bill rested his head on Tom’s shoulder and let out a shuddering sob that broke Tom’s heart.
“What?” Tom breathed, one hand moving to run through Bill’s hair. He couldn’t make it better if he didn’t know what was wrong and it was killing him.
Bill was silent for several moments before he finally whispered, “That girl is dead because of me.”
“No.” Tom’s response was automatic and heart-felt. But of course Bill would blame himself. “That wasn’t your fault. That sick bastard is the only one to blame.”
“But she died so he could get to me,” Bill said, his voice a little hoarse from holding back the tears that were now falling freely.
“There’s nothing you could have done to prevent it, Bill,” Tom argued.
“Yes there is,” Bill said, pushing away to look Tom in the eye. “If we hadn’t been here it wouldn’t have happened.”
Tom stared at his brother as the meaning of his words sunk in.
“You mean if we weren’t famous. If the band had never made it big and we weren’t here touring in Japan.” He didn’t mean for it to come out so incredulously, but he was having a hard time believing that Bill really wished all this hadn’t happened.
“Yes,” Bill answered quietly.
“Bill,” Tom began, but paused. He wanted to say this as gently as possible. “Wishing that none of this had happened won’t bring her back.”
“I know,” Bill whispered, laying his head back down on Tom’s shoulder. “But I would. I’d give it all up if it meant she wouldn’t have died because of me.”
Tom wrapped his arms around his twin as the pain welled in his chest. He wanted to make it better. He wanted to fix everything, to take away the guilt and the hurt and the regret.
“What can I do to help?” he whispered and pleaded silently for an answer, for anything he could do to make Bill forget, to help him move on because living in regret over a stranger was not the life Tom wanted for his brother.
He felt Bill open his mouth as if to answer, but then he was shaking his head and pulling away, out of Tom’s embrace entirely.
“What?” Tom asked, confusion just barely containing the rising panic. “Bill, tell me.”
“No, I- ” he stopped himself, looking pained and… embarrassed?
“Bill…” Tom said, moving towards his brother again, “Tell me what to do. I can’t help if you don’t tell me. Please.”
He watched Bill watch him, watched Bill’s eyes flicker down to his lips and reacted on the first impulse that came to mind. Tom pushed himself up onto his knees, framed Bill’s face with his hands and pressed their lips together. He watched Bill close his eyes and then shut his too, focusing on the sheer rightness of it all.
Eventually Tom moved, breaking the trance by running a thumb across Bill’s cheekbone and resting their foreheads together. Or rather, he tried to rest their foreheads together, knocking his twin with the bill of his hat instead. Bill let out an indignant laugh before looking at Tom and laughing again, tears springing back into his eyes. Tom waited for Bill to stop laughing so he could kiss him again, but Bill just kept going, falling into Tom and laughing against his neck as tears steamed down his face.
Unsure of whether to laugh or be concerned, Tom hugged Bill to his chest, rocking his brother gently until he calmed.
Bill’s sobs finally slowed and became shuddering breaths against Tom’s neck.
“Are you going to be okay?” he asked. A loaded question, he knew, but Tom didn’t bother specifying what he meant.
“Yes,” Bill answered eventually. “I can’t change what happened.”
Tom nodded, running a hand up and down Bill’s back.
“But just because we can’t tell anyone what happened doesn’t mean the world should forget her.” Tom smiled and imagined that if he pressed his ear to Bill’s head he could hear the gears turning already. He nodded again and then gripped Bill’s shoulders to push the other boy back enough to look at. Bill smiled a watery smile at him before leaning forward and pressing their lips together again. Tom ran his fingers into Bill’s hair and opened his mouth enough to wet Bill’s lips.
Bill made a small noise and pressed forward briefly before pulling away.
“Tomi,” he said, but Tom could hear the exhaustion in his voice and pulled his twin down to lay next to him before Bill could say any more.
Bill sighed and cuddled up to Tom, fitting perfectly into his side and tangling their legs together. Tom ran his fingers through Bill’s hair until he was sure the other boy was asleep. Then he pressed a kiss to Bill’s forehead and closed his own eyes.
- - -
Bill woke with a start to the sound of shouting. Someone was yelling somewhere in the house and it sounded awful. For one moment of pure panic Bill thought that there had been a mistake, that the man was here, that he was torturing one of the others and soon he would find Bill and kill him. He shuddered and looked down at Tom, still asleep, and wondered whether it would be better to wake his brother so they could both run, or leave him here because he would be safer away from Bill.
The yells stopped abruptly, however, and Bill listened through the silence for any clues as to what was going on. Terrified, but knowing that he wouldn’t be able to sleep again until he knew what had happened, Bill disentangled himself from Tom’s sleeping form and crept out the open doorway of their room.
At the top of the stairs, Bill could hear a deep voice that could only belong to Aya and moved towards the living room where he and Youji slept.
Peering around the corner, Bill saw first that Aya’s couch was empty and then that he was sitting on the edge of Youji’s across the room, speaking gently to the blonde cradled in his arms.
Just a nightmare, then, Bill realized. Relief flooded through him and the muscles he had been holding tight in his shoulders relaxed. He watched as Aya pulled away and said something to Youji in a tone so gentle Bill wouldn’t have believed it had come from the redhead if he hadn’t heard it himself.
Youji responded, his voice rough, whether from sleep or the tears he was trying to wipe away, Bill didn’t know. He watched the two men on the couch, and listened to Youji’s halted words. He seemed to be having trouble saying what he wanted to, but then it didn’t matter because Aya was kissing him, and Bill’s eyes widened at the sight. He heard Youji’s keening whimper as the blond buried his fingers in red hair and then Aya was standing to turn and kneel between Youji’s legs. Aya’s mouth moved to Youji’s neck and the blonde began to speak quickly, his words punctuated with tiny gasps.
Aya murmured something back before peeling Youji’s shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the ground carelessly. He ran his hands down the blonde’s chest, settling at the waistband of his pants only because Youji’s own hands stopped them there.
The blonde gasped something out and Aya stilled, looking up into his eyes. They stared at each other for several beats before Aya answered, hooking his fingers under the elastic and slipping one hand inside.
Bill could feel his cheeks flushing as he watched Youji throw his head back and groan quietly. Aya took the opportunity to latch onto the blonde’s neck, his hand movements making it unmistakable as to exactly what he was doing. Soon Youji was tugging at Aya’s t-shirt, groping the redhead through his sweats and Bill forced himself to turn and retreat down the hall.
Leaning against the wall, Bill could still hear the gasps and groans coming from the living room and realized that he was completely and entirely hard. He took two seconds to consider his options before hurrying down the stairs towards his room. Once inside he closed and locked the door behind himself, surveying the area through the glow of the nightlight Bill had insisted on for their windowless room.
Tom was still asleep, sprawled across Bill’s bed, his oversized shirt twisted around his too-thin torso. Bill watched his brother sleep briefly before deciding what he wanted and what he had to do to get it.
Quietly he crossed to the bed and climbed over Tom to lie where he had been earlier, between his brother and the wall. He lowered himself gently and then slowly pressed up against his twin, until his front was fitted against Tom’s side, his erection pressing pleasantly into Tom’s thigh. Bill sighed and rocked against him once, smiling in surprise when Tom rolled towards him in his sleep. It was as good of an invitation as any and Bill slipped his hands up under Tom’s shirt, grazing his nails along the sleep-warmed skin.
From this position, there was little Bill could do but touch, though at the moment there was nothing he wanted more. He ran his hands up and down Tom’s back pressing their chests together. Feeling brave, he slipped his hands beneath the waist of Tom’s jeans, cupping his ass and pressing their hips together. Bill gasped and Tom woke to find himself rocking his own groin into his brother’s.
Tom gaped at Bill who grinned unabashedly and pointedly did not move his hands.
“Bill,” he breathed, at a loss for words.
“Yeah?” Bill whispered back.
Tom didn’t know what to say, his mind still fuzzy with sleep and now lust. He was aware of Bill’s hands, of Bill’s erection and his own, and yet totally unsure of what to do.
“What- I don’t- do you-” he cut himself off and leaned forward, crushing his own lips into Bill’s.
It was all a blur from there: hands pulling at clothing, pressing at hips and pushing against one another again and again until their panting breaths were one, passing the air between them as their tongues rolled over each other.
“Bill,” he gasped, trying to rush ahead into bliss yet savor the moment because this was possibly the best thing he had ever done with another person.
Bill moaned and arched against him and Tom forgot whatever it was he could have possibly wanted to say. Who needed words anyway, when Bill was biting at his ear, running his tongue piercing across Tom’s jaw line.
And then Bill was rolling away, rolling and pulling Tom on top of him and suddenly it was too much. Too much friction and pressure and from his angle he could do whatever he wanted, except that it was too much and he was coming, coming in his pants and not caring at all. Bill’s nails bit into his shoulders and he arched once more before gasping Tom’s name and convulsing against his twin.
They collapsed together, limp and exhausted, and lay there for several moments before Bill turned and pressed his chest to Tom’s so that their pounding hearts could beat against one another and lull them both to sleep.
Up on the roof, Gustav exhaled the thick city air and relished in being able to be outside and not worry about breaking security protocol.
“I bet we’re the only ones not having sex right now,” Georg said from where he lay a few feet away.
Gustav turned his head and caught Georg leering at him playfully.
“Whatdaya say?” the bassist asked with a lecherous grin.
Gustav laughed incredulously and rolled his eyes.
“No,” he clarified when Georg failed to drop the joke.
“Tsk, fine. Suit yourself,” he pouted, laying back down to stare up at the starless sky.
They lay in amiable silence for long enough that Gustav had begun to doze off when he heard Georg speak.
“Later, though, right?”
The drummer didn’t answer, just smiled to himself because they both already knew the answer to that question.
- - -
Bill hugged Omi one last time, trying to keep his eyes dry despite the blonde’s quiet sniffles.
“I’m sorry we won’t be able to keep in touch,” Omi said, his shining blue eyes making Bill glad he hadn’t put on make-up this morning.
“Me too,” Bill agreed, trying not to tear-up. He had already said goodbye to everyone at least once and the others were already on the plane that would take them home but still, Bill was here in front of the stairs with the four men who had saved his life.
“Bill,” Tom called from the top of the stairs. Bill nodded before smiling once more at each of them. And it might have been his tired brain playing tricks on him - he really hadn’t gotten much sleep lately - but he could have sworn he saw Aya smile back as he turned to board the plane.
And so it was that the Weiss boys saved the day yet again, that the Tokio Hotel boys returned home upon the demands of the entire German population, and that slash prevailed above all else.
the end
heh, sorry if this ending seems kind of rushed and vague... i was just so ready for this fic to be over already. -_-
"Are they still out there?”
Youji’s heart leapt into his throat, as the unexpected question startled him.
“Gods, Aya don’t do that,” he complained, stepping away from the window he had been shamelessly peeking out of. “It’s stupid to scare a trained killer.”
Aya raised an eyebrow at him, still expecting an answer to his question.
“Yeah, they’re still out there.”
Aya nodded and made to open the door leading out onto the back porch.
“What, you’re just gonna go out there?” Youji asked incredulously, blocking the redhead’s way.
“Yes,” Aya answered, eyes narrowing, “That was Manx on the phone. There are things they should know.”
“Things that can’t wait? They’ve been through a lot today.”
“Youji, I understand that you’re feeling overly protective, but we went into this knowing that Bill would have to be used as bait to a certain extent. The damage is not physical, there’s nothing else you can do.”
Aya’s words, though off topic, struck the heart of the matter and left Youji speechless long enough for Aya to slip past him and through the door.
The four boys looked up as Aya closed the door behind himself. Bill and Tom were huddled together on the porch steps, Gustav and Georg standing in front of them, a sort of barrier from the world, or perhaps just the cold night air.
“I spoke with Manx, everything has been cleared away and they’re taking the steps necessary to finish the investigation and deal with the media.”
“So it was him, then? He’s gone?” Tom asked, looking pale and far too young as he stared up at Aya.
“We’re almost certain. The killer was a sentimental type; he cut some hair from the woman he killed today, found in his pocket. Chances are, then, that the knife he used is the same one he used for the other murders. Now that the murder weapon is in the hands of a forensics team, they’ll be able to determine if he was indeed the one we were after.”
“And if he wasn’t?” Bill asked weakly.
Aya looked at him intently before answering, “I’m certain he was.”
Bill nodded and looked back down at his feet, leaning imperceptively closer to his brother.
Aya waited for another moment, but when none of the boys asked any further questions, he retreated back into the house.
Out on the porch Tom snaked an arm around his brother and Bill melted even further into his embrace.
- - -
Tom suppressed a sigh as he walked into their bedroom and saw that Bill was still seated on his bed, knees pulled up to his chest.
“Bathroom’s free if you want to use it,” he said, hoping to tempt Bill out of his funk with the prospect of a hot shower.
Bill shook his head, but made no other movement. Tom did sigh out loud, then.
“Bill,” he began, a bit desperately, but Bill had been this way since they had gotten back this morning and yes, he realized that it had to have been a bit traumatizing, but the man was dead now and Bill was acting like… well, Tom didn’t know, he’d never seen Bill act like this and it was frustrating as hell. “What’s going on?”
Bill looked up then, make-up-smeared eyes brimming with tears and all the frustration flew out of Tom’s mind. He climbed onto the bed with Bill and drew him into the circle of his arms, between his legs, a sort of side-ways hug. Bill rested his head on Tom’s shoulder and let out a shuddering sob that broke Tom’s heart.
“What?” Tom breathed, one hand moving to run through Bill’s hair. He couldn’t make it better if he didn’t know what was wrong and it was killing him.
Bill was silent for several moments before he finally whispered, “That girl is dead because of me.”
“No.” Tom’s response was automatic and heart-felt. But of course Bill would blame himself. “That wasn’t your fault. That sick bastard is the only one to blame.”
“But she died so he could get to me,” Bill said, his voice a little hoarse from holding back the tears that were now falling freely.
“There’s nothing you could have done to prevent it, Bill,” Tom argued.
“Yes there is,” Bill said, pushing away to look Tom in the eye. “If we hadn’t been here it wouldn’t have happened.”
Tom stared at his brother as the meaning of his words sunk in.
“You mean if we weren’t famous. If the band had never made it big and we weren’t here touring in Japan.” He didn’t mean for it to come out so incredulously, but he was having a hard time believing that Bill really wished all this hadn’t happened.
“Yes,” Bill answered quietly.
“Bill,” Tom began, but paused. He wanted to say this as gently as possible. “Wishing that none of this had happened won’t bring her back.”
“I know,” Bill whispered, laying his head back down on Tom’s shoulder. “But I would. I’d give it all up if it meant she wouldn’t have died because of me.”
Tom wrapped his arms around his twin as the pain welled in his chest. He wanted to make it better. He wanted to fix everything, to take away the guilt and the hurt and the regret.
“What can I do to help?” he whispered and pleaded silently for an answer, for anything he could do to make Bill forget, to help him move on because living in regret over a stranger was not the life Tom wanted for his brother.
He felt Bill open his mouth as if to answer, but then he was shaking his head and pulling away, out of Tom’s embrace entirely.
“What?” Tom asked, confusion just barely containing the rising panic. “Bill, tell me.”
“No, I- ” he stopped himself, looking pained and… embarrassed?
“Bill…” Tom said, moving towards his brother again, “Tell me what to do. I can’t help if you don’t tell me. Please.”
He watched Bill watch him, watched Bill’s eyes flicker down to his lips and reacted on the first impulse that came to mind. Tom pushed himself up onto his knees, framed Bill’s face with his hands and pressed their lips together. He watched Bill close his eyes and then shut his too, focusing on the sheer rightness of it all.
Eventually Tom moved, breaking the trance by running a thumb across Bill’s cheekbone and resting their foreheads together. Or rather, he tried to rest their foreheads together, knocking his twin with the bill of his hat instead. Bill let out an indignant laugh before looking at Tom and laughing again, tears springing back into his eyes. Tom waited for Bill to stop laughing so he could kiss him again, but Bill just kept going, falling into Tom and laughing against his neck as tears steamed down his face.
Unsure of whether to laugh or be concerned, Tom hugged Bill to his chest, rocking his brother gently until he calmed.
Bill’s sobs finally slowed and became shuddering breaths against Tom’s neck.
“Are you going to be okay?” he asked. A loaded question, he knew, but Tom didn’t bother specifying what he meant.
“Yes,” Bill answered eventually. “I can’t change what happened.”
Tom nodded, running a hand up and down Bill’s back.
“But just because we can’t tell anyone what happened doesn’t mean the world should forget her.” Tom smiled and imagined that if he pressed his ear to Bill’s head he could hear the gears turning already. He nodded again and then gripped Bill’s shoulders to push the other boy back enough to look at. Bill smiled a watery smile at him before leaning forward and pressing their lips together again. Tom ran his fingers into Bill’s hair and opened his mouth enough to wet Bill’s lips.
Bill made a small noise and pressed forward briefly before pulling away.
“Tomi,” he said, but Tom could hear the exhaustion in his voice and pulled his twin down to lay next to him before Bill could say any more.
Bill sighed and cuddled up to Tom, fitting perfectly into his side and tangling their legs together. Tom ran his fingers through Bill’s hair until he was sure the other boy was asleep. Then he pressed a kiss to Bill’s forehead and closed his own eyes.
- - -
Bill woke with a start to the sound of shouting. Someone was yelling somewhere in the house and it sounded awful. For one moment of pure panic Bill thought that there had been a mistake, that the man was here, that he was torturing one of the others and soon he would find Bill and kill him. He shuddered and looked down at Tom, still asleep, and wondered whether it would be better to wake his brother so they could both run, or leave him here because he would be safer away from Bill.
The yells stopped abruptly, however, and Bill listened through the silence for any clues as to what was going on. Terrified, but knowing that he wouldn’t be able to sleep again until he knew what had happened, Bill disentangled himself from Tom’s sleeping form and crept out the open doorway of their room.
At the top of the stairs, Bill could hear a deep voice that could only belong to Aya and moved towards the living room where he and Youji slept.
Peering around the corner, Bill saw first that Aya’s couch was empty and then that he was sitting on the edge of Youji’s across the room, speaking gently to the blonde cradled in his arms.
Just a nightmare, then, Bill realized. Relief flooded through him and the muscles he had been holding tight in his shoulders relaxed. He watched as Aya pulled away and said something to Youji in a tone so gentle Bill wouldn’t have believed it had come from the redhead if he hadn’t heard it himself.
Youji responded, his voice rough, whether from sleep or the tears he was trying to wipe away, Bill didn’t know. He watched the two men on the couch, and listened to Youji’s halted words. He seemed to be having trouble saying what he wanted to, but then it didn’t matter because Aya was kissing him, and Bill’s eyes widened at the sight. He heard Youji’s keening whimper as the blond buried his fingers in red hair and then Aya was standing to turn and kneel between Youji’s legs. Aya’s mouth moved to Youji’s neck and the blonde began to speak quickly, his words punctuated with tiny gasps.
Aya murmured something back before peeling Youji’s shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the ground carelessly. He ran his hands down the blonde’s chest, settling at the waistband of his pants only because Youji’s own hands stopped them there.
The blonde gasped something out and Aya stilled, looking up into his eyes. They stared at each other for several beats before Aya answered, hooking his fingers under the elastic and slipping one hand inside.
Bill could feel his cheeks flushing as he watched Youji throw his head back and groan quietly. Aya took the opportunity to latch onto the blonde’s neck, his hand movements making it unmistakable as to exactly what he was doing. Soon Youji was tugging at Aya’s t-shirt, groping the redhead through his sweats and Bill forced himself to turn and retreat down the hall.
Leaning against the wall, Bill could still hear the gasps and groans coming from the living room and realized that he was completely and entirely hard. He took two seconds to consider his options before hurrying down the stairs towards his room. Once inside he closed and locked the door behind himself, surveying the area through the glow of the nightlight Bill had insisted on for their windowless room.
Tom was still asleep, sprawled across Bill’s bed, his oversized shirt twisted around his too-thin torso. Bill watched his brother sleep briefly before deciding what he wanted and what he had to do to get it.
Quietly he crossed to the bed and climbed over Tom to lie where he had been earlier, between his brother and the wall. He lowered himself gently and then slowly pressed up against his twin, until his front was fitted against Tom’s side, his erection pressing pleasantly into Tom’s thigh. Bill sighed and rocked against him once, smiling in surprise when Tom rolled towards him in his sleep. It was as good of an invitation as any and Bill slipped his hands up under Tom’s shirt, grazing his nails along the sleep-warmed skin.
From this position, there was little Bill could do but touch, though at the moment there was nothing he wanted more. He ran his hands up and down Tom’s back pressing their chests together. Feeling brave, he slipped his hands beneath the waist of Tom’s jeans, cupping his ass and pressing their hips together. Bill gasped and Tom woke to find himself rocking his own groin into his brother’s.
Tom gaped at Bill who grinned unabashedly and pointedly did not move his hands.
“Bill,” he breathed, at a loss for words.
“Yeah?” Bill whispered back.
Tom didn’t know what to say, his mind still fuzzy with sleep and now lust. He was aware of Bill’s hands, of Bill’s erection and his own, and yet totally unsure of what to do.
“What- I don’t- do you-” he cut himself off and leaned forward, crushing his own lips into Bill’s.
It was all a blur from there: hands pulling at clothing, pressing at hips and pushing against one another again and again until their panting breaths were one, passing the air between them as their tongues rolled over each other.
“Bill,” he gasped, trying to rush ahead into bliss yet savor the moment because this was possibly the best thing he had ever done with another person.
Bill moaned and arched against him and Tom forgot whatever it was he could have possibly wanted to say. Who needed words anyway, when Bill was biting at his ear, running his tongue piercing across Tom’s jaw line.
And then Bill was rolling away, rolling and pulling Tom on top of him and suddenly it was too much. Too much friction and pressure and from his angle he could do whatever he wanted, except that it was too much and he was coming, coming in his pants and not caring at all. Bill’s nails bit into his shoulders and he arched once more before gasping Tom’s name and convulsing against his twin.
They collapsed together, limp and exhausted, and lay there for several moments before Bill turned and pressed his chest to Tom’s so that their pounding hearts could beat against one another and lull them both to sleep.
Up on the roof, Gustav exhaled the thick city air and relished in being able to be outside and not worry about breaking security protocol.
“I bet we’re the only ones not having sex right now,” Georg said from where he lay a few feet away.
Gustav turned his head and caught Georg leering at him playfully.
“Whatdaya say?” the bassist asked with a lecherous grin.
Gustav laughed incredulously and rolled his eyes.
“No,” he clarified when Georg failed to drop the joke.
“Tsk, fine. Suit yourself,” he pouted, laying back down to stare up at the starless sky.
They lay in amiable silence for long enough that Gustav had begun to doze off when he heard Georg speak.
“Later, though, right?”
The drummer didn’t answer, just smiled to himself because they both already knew the answer to that question.
- - -
Bill hugged Omi one last time, trying to keep his eyes dry despite the blonde’s quiet sniffles.
“I’m sorry we won’t be able to keep in touch,” Omi said, his shining blue eyes making Bill glad he hadn’t put on make-up this morning.
“Me too,” Bill agreed, trying not to tear-up. He had already said goodbye to everyone at least once and the others were already on the plane that would take them home but still, Bill was here in front of the stairs with the four men who had saved his life.
“Bill,” Tom called from the top of the stairs. Bill nodded before smiling once more at each of them. And it might have been his tired brain playing tricks on him - he really hadn’t gotten much sleep lately - but he could have sworn he saw Aya smile back as he turned to board the plane.
And so it was that the Weiss boys saved the day yet again, that the Tokio Hotel boys returned home upon the demands of the entire German population, and that slash prevailed above all else.
the end
heh, sorry if this ending seems kind of rushed and vague... i was just so ready for this fic to be over already. -_-