Japan (7/?) - Sweat and Sex and Steak
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 hope you like it - I worked hard on the last part. New Sanno is a real hotel, you can go online and check out where the guys are staying! http://www.thenewsanno.com/
All Chapters: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine
Saki sat at the diner table, his menu open in front of his face if only to shield his eyes from the bright halogen lights. He gave the salad column a dirty look before snapping the laminated book shut with a sigh.
His phone calls had not gone well.
The twins’ mother had been understandably concerned - these were her babies, her pride and joy - and she had not one but two kids to worry over. At least she didn’t scream like Georg’s mom had, threatening to bend Saki over her knee - Whaaaat?? - when he returned with her son, like he could have done something to prevent a fucking plane crashing to the ground. Gustav’s mother had just groaned and said something along the lines of not again and made do with the promise of a phone call from her boy ASAP.
Jost had taken the cake. You would think these kids were his own, the way he freaks out, Saki rubbed his fingers into his temples and shook his head. No, he’s worse than their own parents. He’s like the Grandmother. Grandma David.
He was getting on a plane. He was coming over there. He was gonna do this and this and that and Saki finally put the phone on speaker so he could shave and get dressed while David droned on and on and finally ended the call with, “Promise me nothing else will happen. I don’t have time to rush off to their rescue every five damn minutes.”
And Saki was glad. He did not want that man ruining his vacation.
Now, Saki sat in his booth on the ground floor of the New Sanno hotel in Tokyo, trying to hide his pout as the waitress told him they just didn’t have pancakes for dinner.
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“Did you really mean it?” Gustav asked quietly, breaking the long, comfortable silence.
“Mean what?”
Georg’s stomach fluttered, the butterflies making more of a racket now than they did an hour ago when Gustav had first invited him into his hospital bed. Uncomfortable as the small mattress had looked, he found he’d easily melded into the space between the plastic railing and his friend’s chest, looking anywhere but Gustav’s face as he laid his head carefully against the bandaged arm he’d snaked behind his neck.
“What you said last night.”
Georg let his gaze wander over Gustav’s ever-stoic face, glad for the darkness in the room - the only light came through the fog covering the rising moon from the open window, the last remnants of the storm still clinging to the clouds. He placed a hesitant hand on Gus’s ribs, touching the bare skin around one of his more purple bruises.
“Yes,” he whispered. Yes, yes, yes, yes…
Gustav shifted on top of the sheets, placing his free hand over Georg’s on his ribs as the trapped arm pulled his friend’s shoulders in closer to his body.
The heat from Gustav’s fevered skin came in waves, the scent of his shirtless body bearing into Georg’s face with renewed intensity. I can’t…Georg’s eyes welled up as he held his breath, trying not to inhale this seemingly secret aroma. It’s too much…It’s…He shook as he filled his lungs, pressing his wet eyes into Gustav’s chest. …Like heaven…
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“Don’t buy a vowel, you stupid cunt!” Bill threw a mustard packet at the TV, hitting the fat woman square in the face as she chose an ‘O’.
“Good aim!” Tom cackled, rewarding Bill with another ketchup-smothered French fry. Bill sat up in their bed, propped on the mountain of pillows they’d stolen from Saki’s room, his older twin with his head in his lap, hand-feeding him the fries they’d smashed just an hour ago.
Bill grinned down at Tom, who gave him a greasy high five before stuffing his hand back in the wrinkled bag. “These fries are cold and gross. Let’s go get some steak at that place downstairs.”
Tom hopped up before Bill could reply and searched the ground for the track pants he’d torn off earlier.
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“Tom… Tom, wait..,” Bill whispered, his head buried beneath a cascade of dreads as Tom leaned over him, breathing hard in his mouth.
“What?” Tom’s eyes were glazed, a crooked smile set on his lips as he tasted his brother’s tongue again. Bill moaned and pressed into his chest, his legs wrapped around his brother’s waist.
“S-stop,” he mumbled over Tom’s lip ring, pulling as far back into the mattress as he could. He stared into eyes he knew matched his own - heavy-lidded, dark, full of passion and want and need. “I…”
Tom’s breath hitched as Bill’s ass rubbed against the swell in his boxers as he squirmed beneath him. He mindlessly returned the pressure with fervor, rolling his hips down sharply to meet him. As Bill gave a whimper, his eyes opened wide to the pained expression on his little brother’s face. “Oh god, Bill… I’m sorry! I didn’t…” He threw himself off Bill, off the bed, against the wall.
“You...” Bill tossed his head back and laughed loudly, his hand over his eyes. “You don’t have to be scared, Tom! Don’t run away!”
“I thought…You’re not…I wasn’t hurting you?”
Bill’s face softened.
“…Hurting me?”
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Saki gave a start as the booth shook. He glanced up from his newspaper to find the twins occupying the seats across from him, disheveled but intact. “How are your gaping wounds?”
“How are your pancakes?” Bill retorted, swiping the fork from his bodyguard’s hand and chomping down on the syrupy cake.
“Delicious, before you contaminated them.” He frowned as he rolled up his paper and set it aside, picking up his orange juice instead. “The cook made them special for me, too. So don’t even think about - Bill, come on - seriously - don’t - order your own food, damn it!”
He grimaced and snatched his fork out of Bill’s mouth as he shoveled the fourth stolen wedge of pancake in. “You’re such a pig.” Tom grinned as he plucked the menu from it’s holder by the salt and pepper, turning immediately to the most expensive page - the huge steaks. “This menu is in English,” he complained, rifling through the rest of the menus. “English and Japanese? That’s it?”
“That’s it.” Saki nodded, munching on his toast. “This is an American hotel, after all. I pretty much knew we wouldn’t find another German hotel around here - I have an important friend who suggested this place - it’s nice and quiet and safe.”
Bill looked up at the chandelier hanging over their booth, tapping his lips with a finger. “Hmm, you’re right, this is okay… but what makes it so safe? Can it withstand a Godzilla attack?”
“It’s a US Military hotel,” Saki grunted, finishing his orange juice. The twins exchanged bothered looks and the bodyguard picked his paper up again. “What? What now?”
“It’s just...” Bill scratched his head, mirroring the confused expression on his brother’s face. “Why are we in a military hotel? Are we in danger?”
Saki sat his paper down very slowly, purposefully pressing it flat at the seams. “This is a very nice hotel. This place is guarded very carefully - you remember having to show your passports at the door - and I just thought it best that we be in a secure place in case the media catches wind of what happened to you guys.”
“Oh.”
“And we are lucky to be allowed in here.”
“Okay.”
“So don’t ruin this. I don’t know where else we could go.”
“All right.”
“I mean it,” he fixed the twins with an obstinate stare before disappearing behind his newspaper again.
Tom picked up the English menu and handed it to his twin. “Just order me some meat, Bill - medium.”
Bill blushed as Tom closed his eyes and stretched out in the booth, throwing a casual arm around his little brother’s shoulders.
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“Hey, now,” Gustav murmured, his voice low in Georg’s ear. “Why are you crying?”
Georg wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt before dabbing at the wet spot he’d left on the drummer’s chest. “I wasn’t.”
“Fine.” He smiled weakly at the ceiling, coughing slightly. “Why are you leaking on me, then?”
Georg pushed himself up on his elbow, peering down into Gustav’s face. “Are you sure you’re okay? You sound - ”
His sentence fell forgotten on his tongue as Gus placed a hot hand on his face, caressing his cheek with his rough fingertips. “I’m fine as long as you’re here.”
“You don’t have… to… to do that..,” Georg whispered, pressing his eyelashes into Gustav’s palm.
“Do what?”
“Try to make me happy.” Georg pulled away, sitting up at the edge of the bed. He held his hands open in his lap and flexed his fingers, watching the moonlight ghost over his arms as the clouds rolled past the open window. “I know I… I scared you… with what I did last night. I’m sorry, I just… I didn’t mean to. I was drunk...”
He felt the bed move as Gustav strained to reposition himself, tugging at the cords on his chest until he sat upright. “Shut up, Hagen.”
Georg’s brows knitted and he turned, finding Gustav looking at him - really looking at him - for the first time since he’d been thrown to the ground, covered in the drummer’s blood. “What?”
“I said shut up.”
Gustav leaned forward, bracing himself on feverish, unsteady arms, until his lips pressed softly against Georg’s tearstained cheek. His cool face felt beautiful against his hot mouth, and so he moaned when Georg turned and placed his damp palms against his chest, his touch like a cold fire, pushing him gently back to lie on the bed.
“You’re too hot.” Georg picked his hands up and placed them on his friend’s shoulders, eliciting the same moan through Gus’s parted lips.
“You feel nice,” came a low reply, sending a shiver up his spine. “Your skin is so cold…”
Georg’s breath hitched in his chest as he thought of what he could do with this boy, lying there in the hospital bed, practically begging to be touched by him. He shook his head to clear his dirty thoughts. Great, Georg. Let’s take advantage of the poor sick kid. You’re disgusting. “Let me get you some ice.”
He rose, fumbling his way in the dark room to the ice bucket near the sink. He was pleasantly surprised to feel the ice had stayed somewhat frozen in the air tight container, melting only slightly in the hours they’d been in the room. He dipped his fingers into the bucket and pulled them away, wet with the chilled water.
Gustav’s eyes shot open as Georg leaned over his bedside, painting his collarbone with the freezing liquid. “Oh god… please…” As he looked down at his friend’s face lit up with a gasp of pure ecstasy, Georg felt a stirring in his gut that traveled quickly to his groin. Oh god, indeed… Shit…
“Please,” Gustav continued to beg, throwing his head back to give Georg easier access to his heated neck. His fingers clenched into the sheets as Georg pulled a half-melted piece of ice from the bucket and held it slightly over his chest, mindful of the cords still attached to his upper body. The heat from his chest rose, causing droplets of water from the ice cube to fall on his bare skin. He hissed and squirmed on the bed.
What are you trying to do to me?! Georg was nearly delirious with desire, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as quickly as Gustav’s as he pressed his hand to his chest, forcing the cold ice into his skin. Fuck meee…
“You’re killing me,” Gus panted as he grabbed Georg’s forearm, moving his hand for him, smearing the cool liquid over his chest. Georg gasped loudly as Gus screwed his eyes shut, pulling the bassist’s fingertips over his hardened nipples as he bit his bottom lip.
“Oh… God… Oh shit...” Georg’s willpower gave out as Gus made another soft, delicious sound, the yearning in his voice becoming visibly apparent through his thin hospital pants. Georg’s legs buckled as a loud groan escaped his throat. “Gustav…”
“I need you,” Gus whispered, his plea nearly lost beneath the heavy pants pushing through his lips. “It hurts so much…”
He quickly pulled his shirt over his head as Gustav bit at his bottom lip, watching his every move. Off came his belt, down went his pants, and Georg stood in the cold room in only his boxers, suddenly shy and painfully aware of his own labored breathing.
“Come here,” Gus commanded from the bed as he lay back against his pillow, stretching his body open in a terribly inviting way.
I can’t breathe. I can’t…even… think…Georg was beside himself with the jumble of emotions jostling his brain. He felt dizzy, light-headed, and it didn’t help when Gustav grabbed his arms, pulling him down into an explosive kiss.
“I want you,” Gustav mumbled into Georg’s mouth, pulling his arms around his neck as Georg climbed into the bed, positioning his hips over Gustav’s thighs. “I’ve always wanted you, you have no idea…”
Georg’s heart hammered in his chest, his vision blurring as Gustav moved his kisses to his face, his neck, before pushing him back to sit in his lap. “You d-do?” he stuttered, confusion sweeping across his face. “You told me yesterday that you… You didn’t… You couldn’t…”
Gustav grasped Georg’s hips, pushing his cock down into the identical pulsing swell in his pants. “I was confused, but I’m not anymore. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”
“Fuck!” Georg groaned into Gustav’s shoulder, folding on top of him as Gus continued to push his hips, rocking Georg’s weakened body over his own.
Gustav kept one hand on his lover’s ass, the other reaching up to pull his long hair to expose his throat as he swallowed, his breath only ragged gasps. “Do you know how long I’ve dreamed of having you on top of me?”
Georg’s mouth pulled back in a crazed grin as he finally pulled himself together. “Do you know how long I’ve dreamed of having you on top of me?” He grabbed Gustav by the shoulders and tugged him as he lay backwards until they’d switched places, their heads at the foot of the bed. “I think this is much better.” He pushed the thin knot of cords on Gustav's chest to the side, kissing the skin they strained to escape.
“I think you’re right,” Gustav growled low in his ear. “I can do this so much easier on top of you.” He kept one hand tight in Georg’s hair as he slid the other down his stomach and into his boxers, pulling his cock free from the silky fabric. Georg cried out as Gustav’s hot palm enveloped the head of his penis, wet with pre-come and quivering.
“Fuck!” Georg bucked his hips up to meet Gustav’s fist each time it squeezed, traveling down his shaft. “Harder!”
Gustav groaned at the sight beneath him. Georg’s hair was a mess, his bare chest glistening with their mixed sweat - and that dirty mouth… That dirty mouth belongs to me now…He pushed his tongue between Georg’s open lips and trembled as his lover sucked the end between his teeth, pulling it deeper into his mouth.
Georg’s cool hand reached into Gustav’s pants as he was being slowly pumped, cupping his balls and reveling at the sound Gus made at finally being touched. I can’t let you have all the fun, can I? He pushed his fingertips hard into the base of Gustav’s cock, letting him roll his hips down into his hand each time he brought his hand up on Georg’s head.
“Take it… take it out..,” Gustav gasped into his lips, slowing the frantic stroke on Georg’s shaft until his cock was free from his pants, poking into his lover’s hard stomach. He moaned and pressed his forehead against Georg’s, his arms shaking so bad he had to stop and place a hand on either side of his head to hold himself up. Sweat poured from his body as his heat rose, the fever ravaging his insides.
“Be still,” Georg murmured. He gave Gustav a long, passionate kiss before taking them both together in one hand, locking into his eyes as he began pulling with the same maddening rhythm.
Gustav heard himself cry out - the friction between them was incredible, he couldn’t stop himself from grunting and pressing down as hard as he could into Georg’s occupied hand as the other was placed on his back, rubbing small circles into his tailbone.
“I want you to come for me,” Georg barely whispered, his eyes on fire with the vision of his best friend writhing in pleasure on top of him. “Give me everything you’ve got…” Gustav jerked his hips, sliding his hot cock over Georg’s urgently, his stomach muscles tightening as he was brought to the edge.
“I’m gonna come, oh shit..,” he choked out before sinking his teeth into Georg’s shoulder as he exploded, spilling his warm seed over their stomachs.
Georg cursed loudly, less from the bite and more from the pulse pounding into his own cock as Gustav came on top of him, his orgasm racking his body until Georg found himself coming hard with him, shuddering up into the mess they’d made between them.
Gustav collapsed on his friend’s chest and Georg wound his arms around his back, squeezing him tightly as he buried his face in his wet, blond hair. “Oh…” He pulled back and smiled up at Gustav as his gaze burned down into his eyes. “Your fever…”
“…I think it's broken.”
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