Tokio Hotel: Sex, Lies, & Videotape 7/??
Title: Sex, Lies, & Videotape: Chapter 7/20(ish) - Friendship
Genre: Slash
Characters: Andreas, Bill Kaulitz, David Jost, Georg Listing, Gustav Schafer, OMC, Simone Trumper, Tom Kaulitz
Pairing: Bill/Tom, Bill/OMC, Bill/Andi, Tom/OMC
Rating: NC17
Category: AU, Angst, Drama, Twincest
Words (in chapter): 5168
Warning: Abuse, Adult Content, Bondage, Cross Dressing, Heavy Kink, Humiliation, Incest, Minor Character Death, Non-Con/Rape, Pedophilia, Uder-Age Erotica, Violence, WIP
Summary: Simone receives mysterious videotapes in the mail of her twins. How will the family deal with the content of the tapes, and will they all survive the aftermath?
Note: By far my darkest fic EVER. This story stemmed from one lyric in the song Liar, Liar by The Used. I've never written anything with this type of content before.
The twins were in their bedroom, and had been for the past fifteen minutes. Bill had spent that time looking for something to wear while Tom sat on his bed, twisting and retwisting a Rubix cube. Tom would look up at his brother every so often when he would stand in front of their full-length mirror on the back of the closet door. He’d watch, as Bill would begin to scrutinize and pick apart everything about the outfit until he tore it from his body and tossed it to the heap of clothing growing next to the closet doorway. Every time Tom would tell Bill he looked fine, he didn’t need to spend thirty hours getting ready, it was just Georg and Gustav’s, Bill would turn around and grace Tom with a look of suffering.
Finally, Tom started suggesting different items of clothing that he knew Bill preferred, t-shirts and shoes that always made his list of favourites. Bill nodded with the suggestion of each item, but ultimately shook his head, undecided about what he wanted to wear. Tom stood from the bed, tossing the cube to the floor and stormed past his brother into the closet, declaring he would pick the outfit.
Bill watched slack-jawed as his brother dug through their closet and pulled out random pieces of clothing belonging to different outfits. A long-sleeved black thermal with skulls decorating the left-hand bottom corner was tossed at him, wadded into a ball. Batting at a pair of black cotton bottoms that followed suit, he clutched the thermal to his chest.
Emerging from the closet, Bill’s sneakers in one hand and socks in the other, Tom grabbed the bottoms from the floor and shoved the small bundle into Bill’s arms. He demanded Bill put on the clothes he’d just been given and meet Tom outside in their SUV. He had three minutes or he’d be left behind
Bill watched Tom leave their room and thought about the ultimatum he was given. Get dressed in decent clothes, loose-fitting enough so that they wouldn’t be much of a bother on his cuts, or he could stay home and possibly end up locked in his closet with another blade. Fearing his mind was exceptionally too fragile that he couldn’t trust himself to stay alone at the moment, he dropped the wadded pile of clothes to his bed and began to remove the t-shirt he was wearing.
After tying his shoes and adjusting the material of the bottoms over them, he crossed the room to give himself the once over in the mirror. He looked as miserable as he felt, bags were apparent under his eyes and were dark from lack of sleep. His hair was loose around his shoulders and unkempt, tangles all throughout, and Bill chuckled as he remembered his mom’s instructions from when he was little and refused to brush his hair, “brush your hair or you’ll grow rat nests”. His fingertips hit the reflective glass of the mirror and he traced them over his features. Clicking his nails against the lips of his reflection he decided it was probably best if he brushed his hair.
Tom was sitting in their shared SUV waiting for Bill to come out of the house. They’d originally inherited their dad’s car after he had passed, but the twins had begged to trade it in. After a couple months of the twins choosing to walk rather than drive their dad’s car, Simone had relented and traded the used car in for a new SUV that Tom had picked out. Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, Tom waited patiently for his brother; he wasn’t really planning to leave without him, even if that meant he had to go back inside and get Bill dressed limb by limb. Bill finally came through the door, his hair in a low ponytail, face still makeup free, and one of Tom’s hoody’s thrown over the thermal. Bill was always cold these days. After locking the door, he jogged to the SUV and climbed into the passenger seat, his phone beeping a text message at him as he did so.
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Bill and Tom stood on the front porch of their closest friends’ house. The beginnings of agitation were starting to show in Tom’s demeanor from the constant click-click-clicking of Bill’s acrylic nails hitting the tiny keys of his phone. He’d asked several times on the drive over who his brother had been texting, always receiving the same answer of no one important. If it wasn’t anyone important, why wouldn’t he share who it was? That, more than the texting, was what was getting under Tom’s skin and frustrating him.
Between stepping onto the stoop to knock and the time it took for Georg and Gustav’s adoptive mother to answer, Bill managed to send at least four texts, his phone beeping and buzzing with each reply. Pleasantries were exchanged, with cookies being offered to the twins as Gustav and Georg’s mother had been baking all day. The boys politely declined her offer, and she smiled warmly before motioning down the hall toward the bedroom their friends shared and were sure to be lounging; playing video games as usual.
Tom led the way with Bill following close behind, still texting, his fingers flying over the buttons. Neither one bothered knocking; they simply entered the room. Bill shadowed his brother in, never looking up from his phone until an arm was thrown around his shoulder and he was greeted, happily, by Georg. Pocketing the phone, he shook hands with the older boy and gave a one-armed hug of his own to his friend. He offered a half-smile to Gustav, who hadn’t bothered getting up from across the room, not being one for physical greetings.
Bill took a seat on the edge of Georg’s bed, his left side pressed tight against the wooden headboard, right side being pressed up against his brother’s when Tom sat down next to him, a little too close. The irritation was seeping into Tom’s body and he thought strongly about yanking the phone that was now back in his brother’s hand away from him.
“Who is it?” Bill looked up and shook his head while Georg took a seat directly across from the twins in an orange bean bag chair. Tom glared and Bill continued texting. Gustav picked up a gaming controller from between him and Georg and tossed it to Tom, who caught it easily with one hand. Gustav restarted the game so that all three boys could join in. No controller was offered to Bill, as they all knew him well enough to know that he very rarely joined them in their activities. And even then, it was usually only with Guitar Hero. Bill much preferred watching to participating, knowing he was never adequate enough to win against the three gamers.
Tom watched Bill text instead of watching the game on the television. His two friends called to him and finally he turned to see Gustav holding up a wicked glass pipe covered with black and white swirls. While Gustav wiggled the pipe back and forth in offering to the twins, Tom smacked Bill’s leg to get his attention, and motioned to their friend. Bill nodded and Tom wasted no time standing and crossing the short distance to bring the pipe, and its contents, back to the bed the twins were sharing. Handing the pipe to Bill, he resumed his place of sitting too close to his little brother. Bill liked green, Tom never cared one way or another, so he always gave the first hit to Bill.
The abandoned cell phone beeped and buzzed on Bill’s thigh as he held the small pipe and fished in his pocket for his lighter. Holding the glass to his lips, covering the tiny carb with his thumb, he held the lighter over the bowl and flicked it to life. He inhaled deeply, turning the herbs a bright orange before extinguishing the flame of the lighter. The leaves stayed cherried and he continued inhaling until his head clouded and his lungs felt as if they were going to explode. Releasing the hold on the carb, he sucked down the remaining smoke in the barrel of the pipe causing the burning of his lungs to try and manifest into a coughing fit.
Holding his breath and choking back the coughs, Bill passed the pipe to Tom, bowl still hot and red, ready to be smoked. Tom mimicked his twin and inhaled the smoke, making the herbs crackle and pop as they turned to ash in the glass. He took a few deep breaths full of smoke, removed the pipe from his lips and held his breath, letting the smoke sink into his lungs and set his senses tingling. He could already feel the irritation at Bill leaving him. Bill resumed his texting when Tom stood to deliver the pipe back to Georg, afraid he’d been caught staring at Tom smoking for too long.
Tom took his seat, pressed into Bill, and questioned his friends about procuring some herbal refreshments for himself. Georg apologized, he was out for selling, but his hookup was due later, if Tom wanted to stop back by. Idly throwing out his two cents, Bill asked if Georg was back to buying from their old teacher, David Jost. Nodding the affirmative, Georg inhaled his own hit. Gustav smiled next to him and jokingly said Georg would always go back to Jost, they were lovers. Choking on the smoke, Georg glared at his adopted brother and kicked at his shin, Gustav dodging artfully. The room erupted into laughter as more jokes were thrown around about the relationship between Georg and their old teacher. The pipe was passed once more and as it was Georg hit Gustav in the arm with his other hand, calling him a jerk.
“Bill, who the fuck are you texting?” Bill kept his head bowed over the phone, fingers still moving over the keys, but his eyes flittered up to meet his brother’s, quickly. He shook his head and brought his eyes back to the screen of his phone, ignoring Tom’s question.
Georg started teasing Bill, taunting that it was some girl, or boy, Bill wanted to bang. Colour bled into Bill’s cheeks; he could feel the intensity of Tom’s stare burning into him. Tom reached for the pipe Gustav was bringing him with one hand, keeping his main focus on his twin.
Studiously ignoring the taunts and laughter, Bill kept focused on his texting. The uncomfortable pressure surrounding him from his brother’s eyes boring into his skin was palpable. Tom took his second turn on the pipe with his eyes locked on his brother, debating whether to steal the phone from his hand or not. After a couple puffs, he extended the pipe to Bill, who sent a final text before snapping his phone closed and dropping it beside him. Their eyes locked as their fingers brushed together around the pipe. Bill jerked his hand quickly, putting the opening to his lips with a slight shake. Their eyes glued to each other, the room shifting around them, Bill took his hit and inhaled the crackling herbs. Fear spread through Bill’s body, his brother was angry at him. Fighting hard to keep his eyes neutral, calm and collected, he continued inhaling until he thought he’d throw up from the smoke in his lungs. During their tense exchange their two friends sat oblivious of the growing tension between the twins.
Bill stood on shaky legs, just a tad dizzy from the smoke, and took Georg the pipe, successfully breaking the staring match without actually losing it. Georg asked if everyone was good for the moment and they all agreed. They’d smoke more later.
Tom turned his back to Bill so that he could join the game Georg and Gustav had already began playing. Bill glared at the back of Tom’s head, miffed. He’d refused to tell his twin who was on the receiving end of his texts because he knew Tom would get unjustly angry that they were to Andi. The dislike of Andi had not lessened over the years of Andi situating himself in Bill’s life. There wasn’t room for him, in Tom’s opinion, and Bill should have had better taste that that.
Toying with the idea of kicking Tom off the bed, he wondered if he went through with it, who would be on his side. Georg? Gustav? Anyone? Would anyone protect him from his brother’s wrath? Or, would they just watch in amusement from the sidelines? Bill huffed, and decided on the latter, the other two boys would probably find the whole thing amusing.
His phone vibrated in his pocket and he sighed inwardly, knowing it was from Andi. His friend was wearing thin on Bill’s nerves, but he was somewhat thrilled to have someone paying such close attention to him. Too close, sometimes. The text indicated he was outside and requesting Bill’s presence to allow him entrance. Bill typed out a quick reply letting Andi know to knock, and Gustav and Georg’s mom would answer, probably offering cookies. Bill knew his friend wasn’t one to pass up free sweets.
Nerves rippled through Bill, jitters making his leg begin to bounce. Scooting to the edge of the bed, waiting for Andi to appear, it occurred to Bill that it might have been prudent for him to have mentioned, to the other occupants of the room, that he’d given permission for the other boy to join them. Just as his mouth opened to give a belated warning of another person coming to hang out, a soft rap at the door drowned his words.
Georg hollered for the intruder to enter, and Andi wasted no time strolling into the room, full of smiles. Three sets of eyes moved from the doorway to land on Bill, who had the decency to look shamed and not unlike a deer caught in headlights. Guilt swam in his stomach and all of the nerve endings inside his body exploded at the same time, sending his skin into a lovely rose hue.
The animosity in the room raised considerably at his arrival, but either Andi was too thick to notice it, or was simply turning a blind eye to it. Andi showered the full force of his happiness at Bill as he greeted everyone else in the room, hands shoved deep in his pockets. Staring longer than what was considered polite, he bounced on his heels at the door, while Georg and Gustav’s mother chastised them for smoking inside the house. Their little sister was due home with their dad at any moment, and they knew better than to expose her to those types of things until she was ready. She tutted once more at them and left, leaving the door open behind her, since Andi was still standing in the middle of it. Mumbling from the hall, with love and playfulness in her words, she told them all to take it outside, that’s why there was a shed set up in the backyard.
Like in a tennis match, the eyes of Georg and Gustav went back and forth between the blonde and brunette, like watching a ball pass back and forth between them. They deduced that it must have been Andi as the mystery texter. Picking up on the tension growing in the room, Bill stood from the bed and avoided every eye that watched, judging his every movement. His cheeks and neck flushed deep as he tried to ignore the anger, confusion, and irritation directed at him. Walking straight to towards Andi, he put both palms on the flat surface of Andi’s tummy and pushed backwards, walking them both through the door. He mumbled aloud something about going outside that Tom managed to pick up on.
Andi withdrew his hands from the tight jean pockets to cover Bill’s hands with his own. He pressed his fingers through the gaps Bill’s made, still pressed against his tummy. Bill immediately stopped trying to push them through the door and looked at their feet, pulling his hands slowly from his friends. A smirk appeared above Bill’s bowed head, and eyebrow quirked and Andi all but laughed in his taunting of Tom.
His smirk became a grin and giving Tom’ a two-fingered salute, he turned on the spot, laced his fingers with Bill’s and pulled him from the room.
As they were disappearing down the hall, Tom stood, slamming the door after them. Gustav grinned at Tom’s reaction when Tom spun around and demanded to know who the hell had invited him over. Instead of pointing out the obvious, that Bill had done it, Gustav looked at Georg who looked right back. They chuckled and Tom let out a tuft of air. He grabbed his controller and resumed the game, asking Georg when, exactly, was the hookup due.
Georg spoke his answer slowly, attention more focused on the game than explaining that David was due later, after school. He was teaching again, having finally moved back to town. Hollering and jumping in his chair Georg refrained from starting a new level, after having just won the last, and babbled about the hardships of having to find a replacement for the time David was away, wishing he’d never moved away. Aside from being out of green more often than not, David’s leaving had caused Georg to fail history and nearly miss graduating. The elderly woman who had been the substitute teacher for the rest of the year hadn’t had a crush on him, like David had. The room erupted in laughter and old memories. Amid the mass of conversations about locker-room hook-ups and late night skinny-dips, Tom silently wondered what Bill was talking to Andi about. And why he hadn’t admitted to texting him.
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Bill was leant with his hips against the wooden railing of the enclosure on the back porch of the house. He and Andi had retreated to for a bit of privacy. Blathering on like an idiot, Andi was rambling about a test he had on Friday; he was still in school, being younger than all of the boys by almost two years. Bill only half-listened; the thoughts in the forefront of his mind were drifting from his brother to their parents, the tapes. What would happen if Andi, or any friend really, found out about the tapes?
Fingers drummed on his shoulder and he was pulled from his thoughts. Bill looked up from the weather-worn floor of the porch that he’d been transfixed on while letting his thoughts roam. Concern dampened Andi’s demeanor as he asked what was wrong, what was on Bill’s mind?
Bill stared at the blue of Andi’s eyes, crossing his arms over his tummy in a protective stance. Knowing he couldn’t trust Andi with his, no their secret, he shook his head and lied, there was nothing wrong. Everything was fine; he was just lonely. Misinterpreting the meaning within Bill’s words, Andi gave a crooked smile. He shifted his body closer so that hips were touching hips. Bill flinched at the touch invading his personal space, but refused to move away. He was determined to act like a normal teenager and stop worrying about ghosts from his past lingering about.
The itch to move away crawled all over Bill’s internal panic button. He reached into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes and his lighter. Offering first choice to Andi, Bill extended the pack toward his friend, but was declined. After pulling one for himself, he placed the rolled nicotine between his lips holding it and putting the pack back in his pocket. He cupped his palms around the tip and flicked his lighter, inhaling and successfully putting a cherry on the end. Slipping the lighter back down his pocket he fingered the cigarette with the first two fingers on his left hand, gaining calm from holding it and inhaling the sticky nicotine. Loosening the hold he had as he inhaled, his lungs filled with smoke and his senses simmered. His fingers tightened the grip when he was done and he pulled the paper from his lips. Lowering his hand to the banister he was leaning against, he met Andi’s eyes as he openly stared. Bill let the smoke escape past his lips in tiny tendrils of white and grey, purposely teasing by letting his tongue poke out just the teensiest bit.
Slipping his right hand into his pocket, Bill requested to know what Andi had wanted to ask earlier during their texts, but had refused until they could meet in person. A smirk appeared on the blonde’s lips once again as he asked the question. Would Bill like to go to the cinema on Friday evening? A half-smile wormed its way onto Bill’s mouth and he brought the cigarette back to his lips, rolling the idea around in his mind. It wasn’t a bad idea. Following each movement his friend made, Andi snatched the small stick from the brunette, putting it to his lips and inhaling deeply.
Bill held his hand out, waiting for the return of the cigarette; he was used to his friend stealing them from him. As the nicotine stick was passed back, the smooth tips of Andi’s fingers grazed Bill’s palm, sending a chill down his spine. He blamed the wind picking up for the chill, but the butterflies filling his twisting and turning belly, he didn’t have an excuse for. His mind was bombarded with thoughts and questions vining off into each other and circling back over caused by that one brief touch and the emotions it had caused. Was he attracted to Andi? Was he gay?
Never having thought of Andi as anything but a friend, he examined his feelings. There wasn’t anyone coming to mind, actually, that Bill had ever thought of as more than a friend. He wasn’t sure what he felt for the other boy. He wasn’t sure what he felt about anyone, for that matter. How does one identify feelings of a more-than-friendly nature? Regardless of the worrying, confusing feelings assaulting his mind and body, he nodded his head numbly and agreed to go see a film with his friend. A date?
Bouncing on his heels next to Bill, Andi wasted a brilliant smile, flashing white even teeth. Bill took another drag from the cigarette then dropped the hand at his waist, the fingers of his right hand tugging at his lower lip.
His mind registered a hand on the back of his neck at the same time his eyes focused on Andi’s face looming closer. Their lips met and Bill froze, dropping the cigarette to the porch floor, next to his shoe. Bill didn’t respond to the kiss, his entire body remaining tensed. Lips moved against his, small nibbles, tiny sucks and miniscule licks, trying to gain some sort of reaction from his partner. Bill tried to think of other things as his first real kiss was stolen from him, just like his cigarette only moments ago. The only difference, this being something that couldn’t be given back, could never be replaced.
Tom popped into Bill’s head and irrationally he wanted to cry. The need to curl up under his blankets, wrapped around Tom and sob, filled his heavy heart, and he had no idea why. Pulling out of the awkward kiss upon the realisation that Bill wasn’t returning his fervour, Andi noticed the sheen of moisture in his friend’s eyes. “Why’d you do that?” Bill croaked.
Thinking Bill could use some comfort was the explination given by Andi as he stepped back. “I like you, Bill.” Bill shook his head, squished the forgotten cigarette out with the toe of his black sneaker, and stepped around the blonde who was unintentionally blocking his path. Tears wavered on his lashes and he swiftly tried to get to the door. With his hand on the knob, he paused at the sound of his name being called by his friend in confusion. Backtracking, thinking their friendship may have been ruined, Andi claimed the kiss didn’t mean anything. Swallowing thickly, Bill felt his heart being ripped from his chest and squeezed in a vice. Andi had stolen Bill’s last piece of innocence. He’d stolen something sacred.
Shaking his head again, the tears he couldn’t quite figure out dripping from his eyes, he whispered, “I wish you wouldn’t have done that.” He sniffed and walked into the house, never turning back to face the boy he was leaving alone on the porch. Andi growled at the empty space around him and slammed his fist down on the splintered wood railing, angry with himself for pushing too far too quickly.
Resigning himself to the fact Bill wasn’t coming back out and wasn’t responding to the three texts he’d sent after slamming his fist down, Andi hopped off the stairs and trekked around the side of the house, unsure if he could pass back through the house unscathed. By now he was sure Bill was in the room and Tom would know what had transpired between the two. He’d made his brother cry, accident though it may have been, he’d still committed an offence against the elder brother.
As he followed the worn path to the front yard, he passed some wild flowers growing in patches along the wall of the house. Pulling a couple from the nearest plant and crumbling them in his palm, he tossed the crushed pieces to the ground as he approached his car. He got in and sat behind the wheel for a few moments staring at the closed up house. The was a feeling of remorse filling the small enclosure. He felt as if he had been locked out of Bill’s life and he very much wanted to be a part of it. Andi started his car, slammed it into gear, and sped off down the street, plotting to win his way back into Bill’s life.
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Anyone could tell there was something wrong with Bill as soon as he stepped through the door with tear tracks down his cheeks. Tom looked up and his heart jumped into his throat. What had happened to his baby brother? Bill rubbed at the drying trails with the sleeve of his thermal and whispered in the doorway, asking if they could leave. Tom stood from the bed, nodding and not hesitating to take his twin home, and maybe question him once they were alone. It was clear to Tom that he didn’t want to mention anything in the presence of their friends who were staring.
Georg and Gustav asked if there was anything they could help with, if Andi had crossed boundaries. Both boys jumped at Bill’s defense and offered to beat the kid for making their Bill cry. That wasn’t allowed, unless by one of the three people in the room. Sniffing and offering up a water smile, Bill thanked them and informed them it wasn’t necessary. He was being stupid, it wasn’t anything important. Trying to laugh off the situation, Bill said goodbye to their friends and led the way out of the room. Tom nodded to the boys still sitting and followed his brother closely.
They ran into their friends’ mom as they made their way to the front door. She gave a hug to each in turn and offered cookies once more. The twins politely rejected her offer again and slid out the door.
Before the door had time to click closed completely, Tom began the inquisition. What had happened while Bill was on the porch with Andi? He made sure to remind Bill it would be pointless to lie due to two reasons. The evidence that something had occurred was plain to see in the tear marks down Bill’s cheeks and the fact that Tom could always tell when his baby brother was lying to him. The pulse in Bill’s neck would jump sporadically and give his lies away, but the only one who knew that was Tom.
The walls inside Bill’s reserve were crumbling and Tom could feel it as they clicked on their seat belts. Tom patted his twin’s knee and told him it was okay to tell, this, whatever it was, was okay to tell. Bill tried to shrug off the questions and accusations being thrown at him as Tom drove around town with no preset destination in mind.
Silence filled the SUV and Bill couldn’t take the pounding of his head. Finally having enough of Tom telling him it was okay, and then accusing him of lying, Bill blurted out that Andi had kissed him. His shoulders shook with embarrassment and shame; he covered his face with his hands. Pulling his knees up to his chest, he tried to hide himself from his brother. Tom’s fingers tightened on the steering wheel as he saw white. He wanted to punch Andi in the mouth he had used to steal his baby brother’s first kiss. Outside of the few kisses the twins had shared when they were younger, winning schoolyard bets and enticing girls, Bill had never willingly participated in any shared kisses. He was emotionally messed up inside to feel normal about sharing that much of himself with anyone.
Tom tried to look at Bill and the road at the same time, barely managing to keep his anger inside and not lash out at his twin. After all, it wasn’t Bill’s fault that Andi had forced his kiss upon him. Keeping his fingers clenched around the steering wheel, Tom asked if Bill had enjoyed it, not really wanting to know if the answer was yes. Bill whimpered in response and whispered he didn’t know. Maybe. Tom nodded tightly and announced, quite abruptly, that he was hungry and pulled into the McDonald’s they were about to pass.
At the counter, Tom ordered a large fry and a Coke while Bill requested a bottle of water. The twins were served and Tom carried the fries and their drinks to a nearby table. Bill sat across from Tom with his back facing a window. Tom ate his fries, offering a few to Bill, who shook his head and sipped at his water. He wasn’t hungry, he’d eaten before they’d left the house. Quirking an eyebrow and tossing a fry into his mouth, Tom reminded Bill that they’d been together all morning and he hadn’t seen Bill eat a thing.
Bill’s arms crossed his tummy and his gaze lowered to the table as he mumbled and insisted that he had eaten; Tom must not have been paying attention at the time. Eating another fry, Tom nodded slowly and promised to pay more attention in the future. Continuing to stare at his twin, Tom finished his fries while Bill sipped at his water every now and again, neither saying anything to the other, but both speaking volumes to each other.
-Jax-
Genre: Slash
Characters: Andreas, Bill Kaulitz, David Jost, Georg Listing, Gustav Schafer, OMC, Simone Trumper, Tom Kaulitz
Pairing: Bill/Tom, Bill/OMC, Bill/Andi, Tom/OMC
Rating: NC17
Category: AU, Angst, Drama, Twincest
Words (in chapter): 5168
Warning: Abuse, Adult Content, Bondage, Cross Dressing, Heavy Kink, Humiliation, Incest, Minor Character Death, Non-Con/Rape, Pedophilia, Uder-Age Erotica, Violence, WIP
Summary: Simone receives mysterious videotapes in the mail of her twins. How will the family deal with the content of the tapes, and will they all survive the aftermath?
Note: By far my darkest fic EVER. This story stemmed from one lyric in the song Liar, Liar by The Used. I've never written anything with this type of content before.
The twins were in their bedroom, and had been for the past fifteen minutes. Bill had spent that time looking for something to wear while Tom sat on his bed, twisting and retwisting a Rubix cube. Tom would look up at his brother every so often when he would stand in front of their full-length mirror on the back of the closet door. He’d watch, as Bill would begin to scrutinize and pick apart everything about the outfit until he tore it from his body and tossed it to the heap of clothing growing next to the closet doorway. Every time Tom would tell Bill he looked fine, he didn’t need to spend thirty hours getting ready, it was just Georg and Gustav’s, Bill would turn around and grace Tom with a look of suffering.
Finally, Tom started suggesting different items of clothing that he knew Bill preferred, t-shirts and shoes that always made his list of favourites. Bill nodded with the suggestion of each item, but ultimately shook his head, undecided about what he wanted to wear. Tom stood from the bed, tossing the cube to the floor and stormed past his brother into the closet, declaring he would pick the outfit.
Bill watched slack-jawed as his brother dug through their closet and pulled out random pieces of clothing belonging to different outfits. A long-sleeved black thermal with skulls decorating the left-hand bottom corner was tossed at him, wadded into a ball. Batting at a pair of black cotton bottoms that followed suit, he clutched the thermal to his chest.
Emerging from the closet, Bill’s sneakers in one hand and socks in the other, Tom grabbed the bottoms from the floor and shoved the small bundle into Bill’s arms. He demanded Bill put on the clothes he’d just been given and meet Tom outside in their SUV. He had three minutes or he’d be left behind
Bill watched Tom leave their room and thought about the ultimatum he was given. Get dressed in decent clothes, loose-fitting enough so that they wouldn’t be much of a bother on his cuts, or he could stay home and possibly end up locked in his closet with another blade. Fearing his mind was exceptionally too fragile that he couldn’t trust himself to stay alone at the moment, he dropped the wadded pile of clothes to his bed and began to remove the t-shirt he was wearing.
After tying his shoes and adjusting the material of the bottoms over them, he crossed the room to give himself the once over in the mirror. He looked as miserable as he felt, bags were apparent under his eyes and were dark from lack of sleep. His hair was loose around his shoulders and unkempt, tangles all throughout, and Bill chuckled as he remembered his mom’s instructions from when he was little and refused to brush his hair, “brush your hair or you’ll grow rat nests”. His fingertips hit the reflective glass of the mirror and he traced them over his features. Clicking his nails against the lips of his reflection he decided it was probably best if he brushed his hair.
Tom was sitting in their shared SUV waiting for Bill to come out of the house. They’d originally inherited their dad’s car after he had passed, but the twins had begged to trade it in. After a couple months of the twins choosing to walk rather than drive their dad’s car, Simone had relented and traded the used car in for a new SUV that Tom had picked out. Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, Tom waited patiently for his brother; he wasn’t really planning to leave without him, even if that meant he had to go back inside and get Bill dressed limb by limb. Bill finally came through the door, his hair in a low ponytail, face still makeup free, and one of Tom’s hoody’s thrown over the thermal. Bill was always cold these days. After locking the door, he jogged to the SUV and climbed into the passenger seat, his phone beeping a text message at him as he did so.
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Bill and Tom stood on the front porch of their closest friends’ house. The beginnings of agitation were starting to show in Tom’s demeanor from the constant click-click-clicking of Bill’s acrylic nails hitting the tiny keys of his phone. He’d asked several times on the drive over who his brother had been texting, always receiving the same answer of no one important. If it wasn’t anyone important, why wouldn’t he share who it was? That, more than the texting, was what was getting under Tom’s skin and frustrating him.
Between stepping onto the stoop to knock and the time it took for Georg and Gustav’s adoptive mother to answer, Bill managed to send at least four texts, his phone beeping and buzzing with each reply. Pleasantries were exchanged, with cookies being offered to the twins as Gustav and Georg’s mother had been baking all day. The boys politely declined her offer, and she smiled warmly before motioning down the hall toward the bedroom their friends shared and were sure to be lounging; playing video games as usual.
Tom led the way with Bill following close behind, still texting, his fingers flying over the buttons. Neither one bothered knocking; they simply entered the room. Bill shadowed his brother in, never looking up from his phone until an arm was thrown around his shoulder and he was greeted, happily, by Georg. Pocketing the phone, he shook hands with the older boy and gave a one-armed hug of his own to his friend. He offered a half-smile to Gustav, who hadn’t bothered getting up from across the room, not being one for physical greetings.
Bill took a seat on the edge of Georg’s bed, his left side pressed tight against the wooden headboard, right side being pressed up against his brother’s when Tom sat down next to him, a little too close. The irritation was seeping into Tom’s body and he thought strongly about yanking the phone that was now back in his brother’s hand away from him.
“Who is it?” Bill looked up and shook his head while Georg took a seat directly across from the twins in an orange bean bag chair. Tom glared and Bill continued texting. Gustav picked up a gaming controller from between him and Georg and tossed it to Tom, who caught it easily with one hand. Gustav restarted the game so that all three boys could join in. No controller was offered to Bill, as they all knew him well enough to know that he very rarely joined them in their activities. And even then, it was usually only with Guitar Hero. Bill much preferred watching to participating, knowing he was never adequate enough to win against the three gamers.
Tom watched Bill text instead of watching the game on the television. His two friends called to him and finally he turned to see Gustav holding up a wicked glass pipe covered with black and white swirls. While Gustav wiggled the pipe back and forth in offering to the twins, Tom smacked Bill’s leg to get his attention, and motioned to their friend. Bill nodded and Tom wasted no time standing and crossing the short distance to bring the pipe, and its contents, back to the bed the twins were sharing. Handing the pipe to Bill, he resumed his place of sitting too close to his little brother. Bill liked green, Tom never cared one way or another, so he always gave the first hit to Bill.
The abandoned cell phone beeped and buzzed on Bill’s thigh as he held the small pipe and fished in his pocket for his lighter. Holding the glass to his lips, covering the tiny carb with his thumb, he held the lighter over the bowl and flicked it to life. He inhaled deeply, turning the herbs a bright orange before extinguishing the flame of the lighter. The leaves stayed cherried and he continued inhaling until his head clouded and his lungs felt as if they were going to explode. Releasing the hold on the carb, he sucked down the remaining smoke in the barrel of the pipe causing the burning of his lungs to try and manifest into a coughing fit.
Holding his breath and choking back the coughs, Bill passed the pipe to Tom, bowl still hot and red, ready to be smoked. Tom mimicked his twin and inhaled the smoke, making the herbs crackle and pop as they turned to ash in the glass. He took a few deep breaths full of smoke, removed the pipe from his lips and held his breath, letting the smoke sink into his lungs and set his senses tingling. He could already feel the irritation at Bill leaving him. Bill resumed his texting when Tom stood to deliver the pipe back to Georg, afraid he’d been caught staring at Tom smoking for too long.
Tom took his seat, pressed into Bill, and questioned his friends about procuring some herbal refreshments for himself. Georg apologized, he was out for selling, but his hookup was due later, if Tom wanted to stop back by. Idly throwing out his two cents, Bill asked if Georg was back to buying from their old teacher, David Jost. Nodding the affirmative, Georg inhaled his own hit. Gustav smiled next to him and jokingly said Georg would always go back to Jost, they were lovers. Choking on the smoke, Georg glared at his adopted brother and kicked at his shin, Gustav dodging artfully. The room erupted into laughter as more jokes were thrown around about the relationship between Georg and their old teacher. The pipe was passed once more and as it was Georg hit Gustav in the arm with his other hand, calling him a jerk.
“Bill, who the fuck are you texting?” Bill kept his head bowed over the phone, fingers still moving over the keys, but his eyes flittered up to meet his brother’s, quickly. He shook his head and brought his eyes back to the screen of his phone, ignoring Tom’s question.
Georg started teasing Bill, taunting that it was some girl, or boy, Bill wanted to bang. Colour bled into Bill’s cheeks; he could feel the intensity of Tom’s stare burning into him. Tom reached for the pipe Gustav was bringing him with one hand, keeping his main focus on his twin.
Studiously ignoring the taunts and laughter, Bill kept focused on his texting. The uncomfortable pressure surrounding him from his brother’s eyes boring into his skin was palpable. Tom took his second turn on the pipe with his eyes locked on his brother, debating whether to steal the phone from his hand or not. After a couple puffs, he extended the pipe to Bill, who sent a final text before snapping his phone closed and dropping it beside him. Their eyes locked as their fingers brushed together around the pipe. Bill jerked his hand quickly, putting the opening to his lips with a slight shake. Their eyes glued to each other, the room shifting around them, Bill took his hit and inhaled the crackling herbs. Fear spread through Bill’s body, his brother was angry at him. Fighting hard to keep his eyes neutral, calm and collected, he continued inhaling until he thought he’d throw up from the smoke in his lungs. During their tense exchange their two friends sat oblivious of the growing tension between the twins.
Bill stood on shaky legs, just a tad dizzy from the smoke, and took Georg the pipe, successfully breaking the staring match without actually losing it. Georg asked if everyone was good for the moment and they all agreed. They’d smoke more later.
Tom turned his back to Bill so that he could join the game Georg and Gustav had already began playing. Bill glared at the back of Tom’s head, miffed. He’d refused to tell his twin who was on the receiving end of his texts because he knew Tom would get unjustly angry that they were to Andi. The dislike of Andi had not lessened over the years of Andi situating himself in Bill’s life. There wasn’t room for him, in Tom’s opinion, and Bill should have had better taste that that.
Toying with the idea of kicking Tom off the bed, he wondered if he went through with it, who would be on his side. Georg? Gustav? Anyone? Would anyone protect him from his brother’s wrath? Or, would they just watch in amusement from the sidelines? Bill huffed, and decided on the latter, the other two boys would probably find the whole thing amusing.
His phone vibrated in his pocket and he sighed inwardly, knowing it was from Andi. His friend was wearing thin on Bill’s nerves, but he was somewhat thrilled to have someone paying such close attention to him. Too close, sometimes. The text indicated he was outside and requesting Bill’s presence to allow him entrance. Bill typed out a quick reply letting Andi know to knock, and Gustav and Georg’s mom would answer, probably offering cookies. Bill knew his friend wasn’t one to pass up free sweets.
Nerves rippled through Bill, jitters making his leg begin to bounce. Scooting to the edge of the bed, waiting for Andi to appear, it occurred to Bill that it might have been prudent for him to have mentioned, to the other occupants of the room, that he’d given permission for the other boy to join them. Just as his mouth opened to give a belated warning of another person coming to hang out, a soft rap at the door drowned his words.
Georg hollered for the intruder to enter, and Andi wasted no time strolling into the room, full of smiles. Three sets of eyes moved from the doorway to land on Bill, who had the decency to look shamed and not unlike a deer caught in headlights. Guilt swam in his stomach and all of the nerve endings inside his body exploded at the same time, sending his skin into a lovely rose hue.
The animosity in the room raised considerably at his arrival, but either Andi was too thick to notice it, or was simply turning a blind eye to it. Andi showered the full force of his happiness at Bill as he greeted everyone else in the room, hands shoved deep in his pockets. Staring longer than what was considered polite, he bounced on his heels at the door, while Georg and Gustav’s mother chastised them for smoking inside the house. Their little sister was due home with their dad at any moment, and they knew better than to expose her to those types of things until she was ready. She tutted once more at them and left, leaving the door open behind her, since Andi was still standing in the middle of it. Mumbling from the hall, with love and playfulness in her words, she told them all to take it outside, that’s why there was a shed set up in the backyard.
Like in a tennis match, the eyes of Georg and Gustav went back and forth between the blonde and brunette, like watching a ball pass back and forth between them. They deduced that it must have been Andi as the mystery texter. Picking up on the tension growing in the room, Bill stood from the bed and avoided every eye that watched, judging his every movement. His cheeks and neck flushed deep as he tried to ignore the anger, confusion, and irritation directed at him. Walking straight to towards Andi, he put both palms on the flat surface of Andi’s tummy and pushed backwards, walking them both through the door. He mumbled aloud something about going outside that Tom managed to pick up on.
Andi withdrew his hands from the tight jean pockets to cover Bill’s hands with his own. He pressed his fingers through the gaps Bill’s made, still pressed against his tummy. Bill immediately stopped trying to push them through the door and looked at their feet, pulling his hands slowly from his friends. A smirk appeared above Bill’s bowed head, and eyebrow quirked and Andi all but laughed in his taunting of Tom.
His smirk became a grin and giving Tom’ a two-fingered salute, he turned on the spot, laced his fingers with Bill’s and pulled him from the room.
As they were disappearing down the hall, Tom stood, slamming the door after them. Gustav grinned at Tom’s reaction when Tom spun around and demanded to know who the hell had invited him over. Instead of pointing out the obvious, that Bill had done it, Gustav looked at Georg who looked right back. They chuckled and Tom let out a tuft of air. He grabbed his controller and resumed the game, asking Georg when, exactly, was the hookup due.
Georg spoke his answer slowly, attention more focused on the game than explaining that David was due later, after school. He was teaching again, having finally moved back to town. Hollering and jumping in his chair Georg refrained from starting a new level, after having just won the last, and babbled about the hardships of having to find a replacement for the time David was away, wishing he’d never moved away. Aside from being out of green more often than not, David’s leaving had caused Georg to fail history and nearly miss graduating. The elderly woman who had been the substitute teacher for the rest of the year hadn’t had a crush on him, like David had. The room erupted in laughter and old memories. Amid the mass of conversations about locker-room hook-ups and late night skinny-dips, Tom silently wondered what Bill was talking to Andi about. And why he hadn’t admitted to texting him.
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Bill was leant with his hips against the wooden railing of the enclosure on the back porch of the house. He and Andi had retreated to for a bit of privacy. Blathering on like an idiot, Andi was rambling about a test he had on Friday; he was still in school, being younger than all of the boys by almost two years. Bill only half-listened; the thoughts in the forefront of his mind were drifting from his brother to their parents, the tapes. What would happen if Andi, or any friend really, found out about the tapes?
Fingers drummed on his shoulder and he was pulled from his thoughts. Bill looked up from the weather-worn floor of the porch that he’d been transfixed on while letting his thoughts roam. Concern dampened Andi’s demeanor as he asked what was wrong, what was on Bill’s mind?
Bill stared at the blue of Andi’s eyes, crossing his arms over his tummy in a protective stance. Knowing he couldn’t trust Andi with his, no their secret, he shook his head and lied, there was nothing wrong. Everything was fine; he was just lonely. Misinterpreting the meaning within Bill’s words, Andi gave a crooked smile. He shifted his body closer so that hips were touching hips. Bill flinched at the touch invading his personal space, but refused to move away. He was determined to act like a normal teenager and stop worrying about ghosts from his past lingering about.
The itch to move away crawled all over Bill’s internal panic button. He reached into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes and his lighter. Offering first choice to Andi, Bill extended the pack toward his friend, but was declined. After pulling one for himself, he placed the rolled nicotine between his lips holding it and putting the pack back in his pocket. He cupped his palms around the tip and flicked his lighter, inhaling and successfully putting a cherry on the end. Slipping the lighter back down his pocket he fingered the cigarette with the first two fingers on his left hand, gaining calm from holding it and inhaling the sticky nicotine. Loosening the hold he had as he inhaled, his lungs filled with smoke and his senses simmered. His fingers tightened the grip when he was done and he pulled the paper from his lips. Lowering his hand to the banister he was leaning against, he met Andi’s eyes as he openly stared. Bill let the smoke escape past his lips in tiny tendrils of white and grey, purposely teasing by letting his tongue poke out just the teensiest bit.
Slipping his right hand into his pocket, Bill requested to know what Andi had wanted to ask earlier during their texts, but had refused until they could meet in person. A smirk appeared on the blonde’s lips once again as he asked the question. Would Bill like to go to the cinema on Friday evening? A half-smile wormed its way onto Bill’s mouth and he brought the cigarette back to his lips, rolling the idea around in his mind. It wasn’t a bad idea. Following each movement his friend made, Andi snatched the small stick from the brunette, putting it to his lips and inhaling deeply.
Bill held his hand out, waiting for the return of the cigarette; he was used to his friend stealing them from him. As the nicotine stick was passed back, the smooth tips of Andi’s fingers grazed Bill’s palm, sending a chill down his spine. He blamed the wind picking up for the chill, but the butterflies filling his twisting and turning belly, he didn’t have an excuse for. His mind was bombarded with thoughts and questions vining off into each other and circling back over caused by that one brief touch and the emotions it had caused. Was he attracted to Andi? Was he gay?
Never having thought of Andi as anything but a friend, he examined his feelings. There wasn’t anyone coming to mind, actually, that Bill had ever thought of as more than a friend. He wasn’t sure what he felt for the other boy. He wasn’t sure what he felt about anyone, for that matter. How does one identify feelings of a more-than-friendly nature? Regardless of the worrying, confusing feelings assaulting his mind and body, he nodded his head numbly and agreed to go see a film with his friend. A date?
Bouncing on his heels next to Bill, Andi wasted a brilliant smile, flashing white even teeth. Bill took another drag from the cigarette then dropped the hand at his waist, the fingers of his right hand tugging at his lower lip.
His mind registered a hand on the back of his neck at the same time his eyes focused on Andi’s face looming closer. Their lips met and Bill froze, dropping the cigarette to the porch floor, next to his shoe. Bill didn’t respond to the kiss, his entire body remaining tensed. Lips moved against his, small nibbles, tiny sucks and miniscule licks, trying to gain some sort of reaction from his partner. Bill tried to think of other things as his first real kiss was stolen from him, just like his cigarette only moments ago. The only difference, this being something that couldn’t be given back, could never be replaced.
Tom popped into Bill’s head and irrationally he wanted to cry. The need to curl up under his blankets, wrapped around Tom and sob, filled his heavy heart, and he had no idea why. Pulling out of the awkward kiss upon the realisation that Bill wasn’t returning his fervour, Andi noticed the sheen of moisture in his friend’s eyes. “Why’d you do that?” Bill croaked.
Thinking Bill could use some comfort was the explination given by Andi as he stepped back. “I like you, Bill.” Bill shook his head, squished the forgotten cigarette out with the toe of his black sneaker, and stepped around the blonde who was unintentionally blocking his path. Tears wavered on his lashes and he swiftly tried to get to the door. With his hand on the knob, he paused at the sound of his name being called by his friend in confusion. Backtracking, thinking their friendship may have been ruined, Andi claimed the kiss didn’t mean anything. Swallowing thickly, Bill felt his heart being ripped from his chest and squeezed in a vice. Andi had stolen Bill’s last piece of innocence. He’d stolen something sacred.
Shaking his head again, the tears he couldn’t quite figure out dripping from his eyes, he whispered, “I wish you wouldn’t have done that.” He sniffed and walked into the house, never turning back to face the boy he was leaving alone on the porch. Andi growled at the empty space around him and slammed his fist down on the splintered wood railing, angry with himself for pushing too far too quickly.
Resigning himself to the fact Bill wasn’t coming back out and wasn’t responding to the three texts he’d sent after slamming his fist down, Andi hopped off the stairs and trekked around the side of the house, unsure if he could pass back through the house unscathed. By now he was sure Bill was in the room and Tom would know what had transpired between the two. He’d made his brother cry, accident though it may have been, he’d still committed an offence against the elder brother.
As he followed the worn path to the front yard, he passed some wild flowers growing in patches along the wall of the house. Pulling a couple from the nearest plant and crumbling them in his palm, he tossed the crushed pieces to the ground as he approached his car. He got in and sat behind the wheel for a few moments staring at the closed up house. The was a feeling of remorse filling the small enclosure. He felt as if he had been locked out of Bill’s life and he very much wanted to be a part of it. Andi started his car, slammed it into gear, and sped off down the street, plotting to win his way back into Bill’s life.
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Anyone could tell there was something wrong with Bill as soon as he stepped through the door with tear tracks down his cheeks. Tom looked up and his heart jumped into his throat. What had happened to his baby brother? Bill rubbed at the drying trails with the sleeve of his thermal and whispered in the doorway, asking if they could leave. Tom stood from the bed, nodding and not hesitating to take his twin home, and maybe question him once they were alone. It was clear to Tom that he didn’t want to mention anything in the presence of their friends who were staring.
Georg and Gustav asked if there was anything they could help with, if Andi had crossed boundaries. Both boys jumped at Bill’s defense and offered to beat the kid for making their Bill cry. That wasn’t allowed, unless by one of the three people in the room. Sniffing and offering up a water smile, Bill thanked them and informed them it wasn’t necessary. He was being stupid, it wasn’t anything important. Trying to laugh off the situation, Bill said goodbye to their friends and led the way out of the room. Tom nodded to the boys still sitting and followed his brother closely.
They ran into their friends’ mom as they made their way to the front door. She gave a hug to each in turn and offered cookies once more. The twins politely rejected her offer again and slid out the door.
Before the door had time to click closed completely, Tom began the inquisition. What had happened while Bill was on the porch with Andi? He made sure to remind Bill it would be pointless to lie due to two reasons. The evidence that something had occurred was plain to see in the tear marks down Bill’s cheeks and the fact that Tom could always tell when his baby brother was lying to him. The pulse in Bill’s neck would jump sporadically and give his lies away, but the only one who knew that was Tom.
The walls inside Bill’s reserve were crumbling and Tom could feel it as they clicked on their seat belts. Tom patted his twin’s knee and told him it was okay to tell, this, whatever it was, was okay to tell. Bill tried to shrug off the questions and accusations being thrown at him as Tom drove around town with no preset destination in mind.
Silence filled the SUV and Bill couldn’t take the pounding of his head. Finally having enough of Tom telling him it was okay, and then accusing him of lying, Bill blurted out that Andi had kissed him. His shoulders shook with embarrassment and shame; he covered his face with his hands. Pulling his knees up to his chest, he tried to hide himself from his brother. Tom’s fingers tightened on the steering wheel as he saw white. He wanted to punch Andi in the mouth he had used to steal his baby brother’s first kiss. Outside of the few kisses the twins had shared when they were younger, winning schoolyard bets and enticing girls, Bill had never willingly participated in any shared kisses. He was emotionally messed up inside to feel normal about sharing that much of himself with anyone.
Tom tried to look at Bill and the road at the same time, barely managing to keep his anger inside and not lash out at his twin. After all, it wasn’t Bill’s fault that Andi had forced his kiss upon him. Keeping his fingers clenched around the steering wheel, Tom asked if Bill had enjoyed it, not really wanting to know if the answer was yes. Bill whimpered in response and whispered he didn’t know. Maybe. Tom nodded tightly and announced, quite abruptly, that he was hungry and pulled into the McDonald’s they were about to pass.
At the counter, Tom ordered a large fry and a Coke while Bill requested a bottle of water. The twins were served and Tom carried the fries and their drinks to a nearby table. Bill sat across from Tom with his back facing a window. Tom ate his fries, offering a few to Bill, who shook his head and sipped at his water. He wasn’t hungry, he’d eaten before they’d left the house. Quirking an eyebrow and tossing a fry into his mouth, Tom reminded Bill that they’d been together all morning and he hadn’t seen Bill eat a thing.
Bill’s arms crossed his tummy and his gaze lowered to the table as he mumbled and insisted that he had eaten; Tom must not have been paying attention at the time. Eating another fry, Tom nodded slowly and promised to pay more attention in the future. Continuing to stare at his twin, Tom finished his fries while Bill sipped at his water every now and again, neither saying anything to the other, but both speaking volumes to each other.
-Jax-