Japan (6/?) - Shots and French Fries and Rain Storms
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 am super happy with this chapter, especially since the last was a big bomb in my mind. Lots of fluff and squishyness and awws to come!
All Chapters: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine
“Please, Kaulitz-san,” the doctor said sternly. “I can’t aim with you wiggling like that.”
“He can’t help it,” Tom stood from his chair and walked to Bill’s side. His brother was seated on the cold metal examining table, shaking more from anxiety of the needle than pain from his injuries. “He’s always been afraid of those things.”
“I’m sorry, but it needs to be done. We don’t want him getting tetanus from the metal or an infection from the glass that cut him,” she frowned as Bill gave another twitch just as she was lowering the head of the needle again. “It would help if he was distracted. Can you think of something to take his mind off of what I’m doing for a moment?”
Bill looked up at his brother with wet puppy-dog eyes. “I’m sorry, Tomi,” he bit his lip and blinked back tears. “You were so calm during your shots. I’m just… you know… I don’t like it.”
The doctor, Tom had noticed when they first arrived at the hospital, was an attractive thirty-something Japanese woman, yet her English was superb. Saki had been afraid they would have trouble understanding any of the staff in the hospital, but was told at the reception desk that nearly everyone here spoke decent English - the language of business, they’d said - a small blessing since Bill was nearly a fluent speaker. Too bad she doesn’t speak German, Tom thought as she bent over to take a bottle from the cabinet at her knees. We might’ve had something special here.
He grinned back at his brother as the doctor turned around, tapping a swab inside the sterile solution. As she gripped Bill’s arm once again, she smiled kindly and nodded at Tom. “Okay, Kaulitz-san. I have three shots to give you, just like your kyoudai - be a good boy, okay?”
“Billa,” he leaned into his twin’s face, pushing his hair back from his eyes. Bill relaxed at his brother’s touch but tensed his arm as he felt the doctor cleaning his bicep with the swab - For the fourth time, he thought, a bit embarrassed of himself - but as he locked eyes with Tom he felt warmth in his chest.
“Tomi.”
Tom placed his hand over Bill’s on the table and smiled as his brother immediately tangled their fingers together. He knew what to do to calm Bill down - it was the same thing he’d done since they were kids, when their father left, when the bullies picked on him, when the girlfriends moved on. It was for no one else - only for Bill, his Bill, did he ever think of it.
He pushed his forehead against Bill’s as the doctor tapped her syringe. “Bill… I want you to concentrate on me and what I’m saying, okay? There’s no reason to be afraid, because..,” he took a steady breath and dove into his brother’s big eyes, pulling a hum from deep in his chest.
Bill froze. He knew that tone, that exact pitch, but it was rare hearing it from his brother’s body - it was his song, their song, and Bill felt it was something precious each time Tom sang it to him, something fragile and beautiful and pure.
“Egal wohin wir fallen, egal wie tief… Ich will da nicht allein sein, lass uns gemeinsam in die Nacht…”
“Oh..,” Bill squeezed his brother’s hand and sighed, the doctor nodding approvingly as his body relaxed and she finished her second syringe. As she picked up the last one, Bill let go of Tom’s hand, wrapping his free arm around his twin’s waist instead, pulling him close to lay his head on his chest.
Tom pushed into the table, drawing Bill’s shoulders flush against his torso as he ran his fingers through the matted hair in his hands. “Du bist alles was ich bin und alles was durch meine Adern fliest…”
“Wow,” the doctor nearly whispered as the last note fell still in the air. She placed the empty needles side by side on the counter as if on display. “That was amazing! You should be a singer!”
“Nah,” Tom blushed. The moment was passing and he realized how odd it must seem to her that he was nearly wrapped up by his twin brother’s embrace. He disentangled himself carefully from Bill, who was giving him the most sleepy smile he’d ever seen. “Bill is way better than me. He’s the singer.”
“If he’s better than you, he must really be something!”
“He is..,” Tom beamed at his little brother, who was now visibly struggling to keep his eyes open. Bill mumbled a protest as Tom tried to pull away to sit back in his chair.
“Aw,” the doctor grinned and stood from her stool. “Come on now, we’d better get him back to your babysitter down the hall - then straight to bed, okay? Both of you!”
Tom pulled Bill off the table, draping his brother’s arm across his shoulders to help him walk. “Let’s go, sleepyhead. Saki has been pacing a rut in Gustav’s room, I’m sure.”
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“They’re keeping you here,” Saki stated for the tenth time. “I never anticipated this.” He reached the left wall and turned around, pacing as expected.
“It’s not a big deal,” Gustav groaned from under his bandages. “It’s not like I don’t practically live in the hospital anyway. I can handle it.”
Saki ignored him, striding blindly toward the right wall. “On the one hand, we can’t all five sleep in this room.” He reached the right wall and turned on his heel. “On the other hand, I can’t be here with Gustav and be at a hotel with the other three.”
“Saki,” Georg interjected from his place at the foot of Gustav’s hospital bed.
He was ignored as well. The bodyguard furrowed his brow and stopped in the middle of the room, appearing to think for a moment, before shaking his head and resuming his march.
“Saki!” Georg waved his arms in the air and Gustav coughed out a laugh.
“Why did I agree to come alone? Why didn’t I tell them I needed Tobi here too?” Saki lamented. “I never thought we’d have to split up! We should just go home!”
“God damn it, Saki!” Georg barked as he stood in his path, stopping the big man in his tracks. “We are not going home! We just got here!”
“Don’t be - ”
“No,” he crossed his arms and glared up at Saki. “The doctor said it was only for tonight, until she’s sure Gustav’s well enough to go in the morning.”
“And please don’t call Jost,” Gustav piped in from his bed. “He’ll be out here faster than you can say newpapers and we’ll never be allowed to leave his sight.”
“I can’t not call David,” Saki frowned at the boys. “It’s all over the news for sure so he’s bound to hear about it and when he calls to see if you’re okay, what am I going to tell him?”
“Gah,” Gustav breathed painfully as he reached for the remote, flicking on the small television bolstered to the wall. “He’s right, look at this - every channel.”
Saki balled his fists as Gustav flipped through random channels, displaying a close up feed of rescuers trying to pull bodies from the wreckage. Another flick of the remote and Georg gasped.
“Holy shit, that’s our hotel!” A fiery ball of twisted metal cut a deep scar in the row of skyscrapers leading up to their building. Not more than a dozen businesses stood between their hotel and what used to be the wing of a 747.
The three turned simultaneously, tearing their eyes away from the TV as Tom pushed the squeaky hospital door open. His eyes landed on the aerial view of the debris and he looked away quickly, pulling his sleepy brother beside him.
“I think the shock’s wearing off,” Tom said tiredly, giving the TV another sharp glance. Gustav turned it off. “Thanks. Now… what’s the game plan, Saki?”
Bill slumped into the chair by the door and stretched out, rubbing his bruising arm. “I’m exhausted but we can’t go back to our rooms, can we? What about our stuff?”
Georg leaned against the wall, contemplating as Saki rubbed his temples. “Look,” he said to the man as he looked up at the ceiling. “You have a lot of stuff to do - let me worry about little baby Gustav while you go find a new place for us to stay and relocate our junk. We have your cell phone number if we need you and you three can come back in the morning to see the doctor like we’d planned.”
Tom sat on the arm of Bill’s chair, leaning into the pressure as he felt his twin’s head fall against his back. He let his eyes wander over Gustav’s bandaged body, surprised at the sheer number of wraps covering him. As Saki stood, having a full on mental argument with himself, Tom shifted his gaze to the bassist’s chest and arms. Wait a minute…
“Hey!” he yelled, mocking anger as he pointed at Georg, who simply raised an eyebrow. “Why don’t you have any stitches or bandages? The only thing fucked up on your body is your face… Oh wait; it’s always been like that, hasn’t it?”
“Asshole,” Georg grinned, flipping his hair with a cock of his head. “Gus’s idiot ass jumped on me when the glass shattered. Believe me, I’d like to have cool matching scars like you guys, but I wasn’t given the chance.”
Gustav stared resolutely out the window, his fingers tapping a silent beat on his chest. Bill laughed into the folds of Tom’s shirt, his breath warm on his brother’s skin through the thin fabric.
“Okay,” Saki finally nodded and Georg stopped sticking his tongue out at Tom to listen. “Okay. You can stay here with the invalid - ”
“I am not an inv - ”
“ - for tonight, but stay out of trouble. You two,” he pointed at Tom and Bill, who wore matching quizzical stares, “are coming with me to the hotel to pack our bags. I’m sure the staff will help us find another hotel and we will be back here at 0700 tomorrow, is that clear?”
“Yes, Sergeant Saki!” Bill and Tom quipped together, saluting.
Saki groaned and ushered the twins out, giving a final warning glare to Georg and Gustav as he shut the door. Now I just have to get through my phone call with David…and the mothers… dear god, what have I gotten myself into?
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“…and if you need anything, just press this button and I will be right in here, okay?”
“Thanks,” Gustav smiled faintly at his doctor as she fluffed his pillows and checked his bandages one last time.
“Okay boys, we won’t be coming in and out of your room anymore for the next couple of hours so you ought to try and get some rest. I’ll be back to check on you tonight, Gustav-san.” She smiled kindly as she replaced his clipboard and drew the curtains against the darkening sky. “Oh, it looks like it might rain; maybe it will help to put out the diesel fire from that plane crash.”
“It’s still burning?” Georg asked, surprised. “It’s been, like, eight hours since it happened!”
“The international airplanes carry a lot of fuel,” she said softly as she turned back around. “We’ve been really busy tonight - this is the closest hospital to the accident. They’ve called in every doctor and nurse on the payroll…”
“You’re so calm,” he smiled at the doctor, who looked about to cry. “And you’ve been so nice to us even though you’re really busy.”
“To be honest, this is only my second week in this hospital,” she laughed nervously, glad to have a moment of peace though she knew she had to return to work immediately. “I would have never expected something like this to happen.” Opening the heavy door to the noisy hallway, she returned Georg’s smile and walked out.
- - - -
“Please!” Bill cried dramatically, throwing himself into a grovel at Saki’s feet. “I’m… so… tired…”
“Bill, it’s only noon,” Saki grunted, heaving Bill’s heavy bag of shoes - how many fucking shoes does one kid really need? - on to the full-sized bed in the twins’ new hotel room.
“Yes, but,” the raven haired boy pressed his cheek against the carpet and closed his eyes. Tom laughed at his brother’s butt in the air, resisting the urge to smack it. “I haven’t slept since we were on the plane!”
“And whose fault is that?” Saki walked around Bill, carrying a huge pile of Tom’s shirts to the tiny closet. “Who decided to go partying? Who decided to stay awake and bang on the walls until the poor bodyguard pulled all his hair out in dismay?”
“Psh,” came Bill’s muffled reply as he buried his head in his arms. “There’s no hair there to pull out, liar.”
“Ugh.”
“Fine, Bill,” Tom cleared some bags off the bed and pulled on his brother’s shoulders, helping him lie on the fluffy blanket. “We only have a few suitcases left in Gustav and Georg’s room anyway, I’d say one more taxi ought to do it - I’ll help Saki get those and you can stay here and guard this stuff. How does that sound?”
The younger twin held his brother’s hand in his own and gave it a loud, wet kiss. “My savior!” He then rolled over on his stomach and passed out.
“You baby him too much,” Saki admonished as the pair boarded the elevator to the ground floor. “You need to learn how to say no.”
- - - -
The rain fell, huge drops bursting against the window as Gustav lay quietly in his bed, a fever pulsing through his head. His skin itched under his bandages, but no matter how much he tried to ignore it, it wouldn’t go away.
He sighed unhappily, pulling himself up to lean against his pillows. Georg stirred but did not awaken in his chair by the window. As he resettled himself, he snuggled his head into the cushion and smiled. Gustav felt his chest swell.
Even when you’re not trying, you kill me, Listing. Gus stood cautiously, trying not to get tangled in all the wires stuck to his body. The clock on the wall said five pm, and yet he hadn’t slept at all in the darkened room. He walked the few steps to the curtains and pulled them back to open the window a bit. The salty smell of the Pacific Ocean hit his face as the cool breeze filtered in, the drumming of the raindrops growing louder; Gus leaned his hot face against the glass and closed his eyes.
“What are you doing?” Georg sat up in his chair as he smoothed his hair around his face. “Get back in that bed!”
“I’m hot,” Gustav murmured, breathing a fog against the wet glass.
“I could have opened that for you.”
“You were asleep. I didn’t want to bother you.”
Georg smiled faintly, his soft eyes caressing his friend’s bare shoulders. “No I wasn’t. I was just thinking with my eyes closed.” He rose to take Gustav carefully by the arm. “Whoa, you’re burning up!”
“I told you,” Gustav mumbled, grinding a palm into his eye. Now that Georg was alert and playing the role of caretaker to his best friend, Gustav suddenly felt very sleepy. Georg led him back to the bed and helped him lie on top of the blankets.
“Do you want me to get you some water? Or call the nurse? Anything?”
Gus leaned his head back on his pillows and ran his fingers over the sheets, smoothing a circle in the empty spot beside him in the bed. As he wiped the sweat from his forehead, he opened one eye and glanced at Georg’s face.
“Will you just sit with me for a while?”
- - - -
Bill smelled the food before he felt the bed move. Ohh, French fries… He wiggled, rubbing his heavy eyes. French fries and hamburgers… A heavy weight settled on Bill’s stomach and he opened his eyes to find Tom straddling his waist, waving a fry in front of his face.
“That’s for me, right?” Bill’s mouth watered as his belly gave a well-timed growl. “That, and everything else in that McDonald’s bag, right?”
Tom stuffed the potato in his mouth and Bill groaned. “Nope.”
“Give me ooooone,” his little brother whined, grabbing for the bag in Tom’s hand just as he moved it over his head. “You’re mean!”
“You got to sleep in while Saki and I did all the dirty work,” Tom snickered, sitting the bag on Bill’s chest. “I think I deserve the first bite, at least.”
He drew a long French fry from the bag and stuck it between his lips like a cigarette, grinning down at his twin. Bill narrowed his eyes and lunged, crushing the bag between them as he bit down on half of the potato.
Tom gritted his teeth and growled. “Leggo!”
“No,” Bill growled back, pulling slowly, bringing an annoyed Tom down with him. “Id’s mine.”
Tom tossed the squashed McDonald’s bag to the side and placed a hand on the bed on either side’s Bill’s head as his brother lay back against the pillows, his hair spreading out around his face like a dark halo. “Fine.” He bit down and broke the fry in half, smirking at Bill’s pouty face as he chewed and swallowed his own piece.
“I claimed that fry in its entirety!” Bill glowered, digging his nails into Tom’s back, inducing a low snarl from his twin who tangled his fingers in Bill’s hair, yanking roughly. “I demand you spit it out, now!”
The pair stared daggers at each other for a full ten seconds. Bill’s body was alight; his brother had chosen to wear track pants this morning instead of blue jeans - he could feel the warmth flowing from his groin on his abs, and try as he might to ignore it, he could tell Tom was half-hard. This realization brought a surge of heat to Bill’s gut and he reflexively pressed up into his twin as he closed his eyes, daring to snake his fingers under Tom’s wet t-shirt.
Tom’s brain was fuzzy, his nerves misfiring. He saw fireworks before his eyes as he pulled playfully at his brother’s mane, drawing a soft moan from his lips. You shouldn’t look at me like that, Bill…
The rain played a steady beat on the roof, seeming to count the seconds between each blink in the dark room. The thunder rolled and Bill’s breath came in an involuntary gasp as Tom’s cold hand pushed under his twin’s tight shirt, thumbing his star tattoo.
Then Tom pressed down into Bill’s chest as Bill hungrily arched up to meet him, their lips crushing together in a breathless kiss.
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