Japan (5/?) - Shouts and Tears and Gustav's Blood
Pairing: Tom/Bill, Georg/Gustav, Saki/OFC (so far)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own anybody and as far as anyone knows, this never has and never will happen and no offense is meant at all
Warnings: heavy sexuality, language, drug use, crossover (Death Note)
Summary: When you're on vacation in Tokyo, you're supposed to enjoy yourself, relax, right? Right??
Author's Notes: I'm not entirely happy with this chapter, I promise the next few will be better :) I've had zero inspiration lately and Chapter 5 came partly from the news lately :S
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Saki knew there was a reason he took the room between the boys… he just couldn’t for the life of him remember why.
He’d practically thrown a protesting pair of twins into their hotel room, threatening their lives, limbs, and even hair (“How dare you?!” Bill had screeched) if even a toe came into the hallway before noon. How could he have ever thought for one second he’d have a peaceful sleep after that?
He sat on his bed with his hands over his eyes. What a migraine. The twins were all but pounding on the wall, the racket they were making, and Saki knew they were doing it intentionally. He hoped they didn’t get kicked out - they’d been immensely lucky to find a German-staffed hotel in an American-occupied country. Suddenly he stood up as if reaching a brilliant decision and strode purposefully to the twins’ room’s connecting door.
“Boys!” he yelled, hammering on the door. “If you don’t quiet down, I… I am going to call your mother!”
Immediate silence. Saki grinned triumphantly and stepped back as Bill’s pokey hair peeked around the corner of the door, opening it infinitesimally. “You wouldn’t.”
Drawing a deep breath and pushing out his chest in what he knew was a menacing manner, Saki growled, “Oh, yes I would.”
“No he wouldn’t,” Tom called from somewhere in the depths of their trashed hotel room. “It’s 4 am. Saki wouldn’t want to suffer the wrath of Mom were he to wake her this early.”
“You’re right!” Bill stuck his tongue out at Saki gleefully. “You can’t do it!”
“You both forget,” the bodyguard whipped out his cell phone and started scrolling through his contact list, “that we are in Tokyo time zone now. What is 4 am here is 9 pm in Germany. So just watch me.”
“You can be such a bitch,” Bill stuck his nose in the air and slammed the connecting door before Saki could hit the dial button.
- - - -
“I can’t believe he threatened us with our own mother,” Bill pouted as he flopped on his belly over Tom’s outstretched legs, his own dangling over the side of the bed.
“Ow, fat-ass,” his twin wriggled on the blanket under Bill’s weight. “Go lay on your own bed!”
“But Tomiiiii,” he whined, garnering an immediate eye roll from his brother. “My bed is covered in shoes. I can’t sleep on my shoes.”
“Then move your damn shoes!”
“It’ll take forever!”
“Why did you even bring so many with you?!”
Bill pushed himself up and gave Tom a bewildered look.
“…Never mind.”
“That’s what I thought.”
Bill clung to his brother’s pants as he made a spectacular show of pulling himself fully onto the comforter beside Tom, yanking on his huge t-shirt as he slithered on top of and over him until finally settling into the crook of his twin’s left arm.
“Really?” Tom raised his eyebrows and laughed in spite of himself as Bill snuggled his head into his shirt. “I mean, seriously?”
“My legs fell asleep. I was practically paralyzed,” Bill mumbled into the fabric, yawning slightly. “And you didn’t help me. You were gonna leave me hanging off the edge of the bed.”
“I am not your jungle gym.”
“…Yes you are.”
Bill curled himself into Tom’s lap and wrapped his arms around his neck. It was not an unfamiliar position, Bill liked to be held and babied by his big brother, yet Tom found himself suddenly sweating profusely. He could feel Bill’s breath on his neck, his fingers sleepily toying with his dreads.
“Boy, it’s hot in here!” he said, maybe a bit too loudly, as he gently pushed a clinging Bill out of his lap and stood up. “I’m just going to open those balcony doors!”
As close to the throes of sleep as Bill had just been, he found himself suddenly wide awake as Tom drew back the curtains to the doors. His cheeks burned as he had a brief flashback to his time alone in the airplane bathroom, to the mess he’d made thinking about his brother. Could Tom possibly sense what Bill had been thinking about since they’d boarded the plane in Germany? Was that why he was acting so strange, so jittery, every time Bill touched him?
Or maybe he was feeling the same way too?
Bill shook his head, clearing his mind. Don’t think like that. It wasn’t possible - Bill was enough of a freak for the both of them, no point in pinning Tom in the same incestual category as himself. Still…
Fuck it, Bill thought, mentally putting his fist down. If I’m going to have this…this thing, or whatever, for my brother, I’m not going to beat myself up over it anymore. Besides, what harm ever came from daydreams?
He gave a tiny, secret smile. Sliding off the bed, he crossed the room to join his twin as Tom shakily unlatched the doors and stepped out onto the balcony.
- - - -
Gustav sat up sleepily in his bed to look out the balcony windows at the clear sky, the sun already peeking over the horizon at 4 am. Well, this is the Land of the Rising Sun, he reminded himself as he threw back the covers to close the curtains. He’d had a rough night, to say the least, and he could still feel the tautness in his chest from crying so hard. He rubbed absently at his collarbone as he looked out over the beautiful view of Tokyo in the morning light.
Fuck New York, Gustav grinned as he quietly opened the doors and stepped onto his balcony. This is truly the city that never sleeps.
The street was full of taxis, the sidewalk packed with bicycles and businessmen. The coffee shops on every corner were already open - No, those are 24 hour shops, aren’t they? - and had lines forming out the doors.
“Guten morgen, prinzesschen,” Bill called from Gustav’s right, waving like a parade queen. “We thought you’d never wake up. Get enough beauty sleep?”
“Hell no,” Gustav leaned against the railing and shook his head. “Somebody has been making a huge racket ever since they got home last night.”
“We’ll tell Saki and his groupies to keep it down next time,” Bill giggled and turned to his brother, who was staring off into the distance. He pulled Tom’s dreads loose from their hair band and ran his fingers through them, massaging his scalp. Tom shivered and gave an almost inaudible groan as he leaned back into Bill’s chest.
“Hey,” came a tiny whisper as Georg stood on the threshold, toeing the cold concrete outside with one foot while the rest of him stayed in the nice warm room. He kept his eyes low.
The past few hours had been particularly interesting for Georg. He’d slept fitfully - every time he’d awaken, he had to fight the urge to crawl into his friend’s bed, to touch his face, kiss his eyes. Their few moments of passion had not been enough for him. His eyes had met Gustav’s when the twins returned to their room, slamming the door and cursing at Saki, and it’d twisted his gut so badly that he turned on his stomach and faked sleep for the rest of the night.
Gustav had continued to stare at the back of him, his eyes burning. Even after reprimanding himself for being such a crybaby, he couldn’t help the tears sliding down his face as he reached an arm over his extra pillow, pulling it close and calling it Georg.
Gustav glanced over his shoulder as his friend joined him on the balcony, smiling in spite of himself. “Your hair, man,” he said, reaching out to pat the curly mess on Georg’s head. “You forget to pack your straightener?”
Georg laughed, glad for something to ease the tension he’d felt before walking outside. “No, I just kind of felt like… being natural while we’re here.”
“Good,” Gus nodded and turned back to the ever increasing - let’s see how many people we can pack on one street - crowd below. “I like it like this.” Georg blushed, touching the ends of his hair as he leaned his stomach against the railing.
As he peered calmly over the hustle and bustle going on beneath him, his gaze landed on what appeared to be a skirmish right in the middle of the train station’s ticket gate. A man was trying to push his way out of the station, pointing at their hotel and yelling. Immediately, everyone within five meters of the ticket gate started shouting, causing a near stampede as several security guards rushed to the man.
“What do you think is going on?” Bill called over to the boys. As egocentric as it may have seemed to anyone else, Bill had had enough experience with rabid fans to know the point-in-awe expression on the man’s face - he really hoped this crazy scene wasn’t about them standing in plain view.
The security guards tried to pull the man back toward the station, but after a few exclamations their eyes followed his pointing finger and their jaws dropped - their hands flew to their walkie-talkies and the man fled with the rest of the crowd, the ocean of people pushing to get away from the hotel.
“What the fuck - ” Gustav leaned over the railing and looked up, trying to find what the man had been screaming about. Suddenly, an explosion shook the foundation of the hotel itself, shattering every window as the unmistakable screech of metal seemed to split into his skull.
Georg found himself on the ground, Gustav covering his body like a shield while glass rained down from the windows on the floors above. Georg rolled, pulling them into their room to escape the shards. They hit the television cabinet and Gustav looked down into Georg’s bewildered face, covered in blood. “Oh God,” he cried, wiping at the crimson mess on Georg’s cheeks. “You’re hurt! You’re bleeding!”
“No,” Georg moaned as he grabbed Gustav’s shirt, pulling him down into a trembling embrace on the floor. “No, you’re bleeding, you idiot! The glass shredded your shirt!” He sat up and showed Gus his hands, wet with blood from the drummer’s back. “Why did you do that? Look at you!”
Gustav’s vision blurred at the sight of all the blood - my blood - on Georg’s body, unable to process what had just happened. “Then… you’re okay? You’re not cut?”
Georg nearly laughed as he burst into tears, gathering the broken drummer in his arms to press a soft kiss to his lips.
The connecting door to the bodyguard’s room burst open and Bill, Tom and Saki all but fell in as one breathless mass of bodies. They froze.
“Oh my God,” Bill pulled down on his cheeks with several broken fingernails, smearing the blood on his own face even further.
“No, you-,” Gustav began as he struggled to sit up, frowning. “It’s not what-”
“ZOMBIE!!!” Bill screamed, making Saki cover his ears as Tom leaned against the doorframe, his shirtless body shaking. There were several good sized cuts across his shoulders, but Georg noticed his expensive XXL shirt was wrapped around Bill’s left arm, staunching the blood flowing from his bicep. “Did you see that?! Georg was trying to eat him! Oh my God, Tomi - the Japanese have biological weapons! We gotta get out of here!”
“This is no time to be joking,” Tom gave his brother a rare admonishment, shoving a pair of sneakers into Bill’s hands as he struggled to pull his own on his feet. “Put these on, we’re leaving.”
“He’s right,” Saki crossed the room to help Georg haul Gus to his feet. “We need to get Gustav to the hospital - hell, you could all use some stitches. I’m lucky I wasn’t outside daydreaming with you fools.”
Tom picked up the phone from the bedside table and pressed “0”, nearly holding his breath until the operator answered in panicked German. “Yes, my friend was just hurt. What the hell happened?” He stopped at the reply, eyes wide and fearful, almost dropping the phone on the floor as he placed it back on the cradle.
“Tomi?” Bill asked in a careful voice. “Tomi, are you all right? What did he say?”
“An airplane crashed four blocks from here..."
Gustav's legs gave out from under him. Georg stumbled to catch him, swallowing a sob. "That could have been us... We could have died..."