Drabbles for the 30 Minutes of Creativity. Post III.
Alright folks. :-) This is the last two drabbles for this prompt call. I think it went well! :-D I really did enjoy writing these. Since I can't really write without What If-prompts, I might do this again in the future, fandom call out or not. :-)
Thank you everyone who have submitted, and now I give you to.... enjoy (?) these last two. And thank you again for reading and giving my mind and muse a kick in the rear. ;-) *lol* Apparently my muse only works when you kick it. Hmm.... ;-)
Again I remind that none of these have been betad, so... Do point out spelling errors and grammar errors so I can fix them!
Title: Prince of Darkness
Author: KSena aka kseenaa
Rating: NC17, most definitely!
Fandom: Tokio Hotel
Pairings: Gustav/Bill, Gustav/Tom, Gustav/Georg, Bill/Georg, Bill/Tom, Tom/Georg
Warnings: None consensual, Violence, Mind games, Forced incest, Addiction, Abuse... NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART!
Word count: 1098
Time Writing: 40mins
Summary: It is always the silent ones, isn’t it...?
Disclaimer: The Tokio Hotel boys own themselves, thank you. This is just written for entertainment, and I don’t make a single dime on it. Unfortunally.
Authors Note: Written for domina_malfoy‘s What-If-Prompt: What if Gustav is the Prince of Darkness?
Authors Note 2: This turned a bit longer. Swear I didn’t mean to. Sorry?
The concert was a success... and when they all stood there at the front stage taking a bow, they looked like the picture perfect young band... a foursome of good friends. Gustav smiled at their audience. Yeah... It was perfect.
Especially when his... friends ran off stage and he was left alone with the audience. His favorite moment. The screams... how they just wanted more and more... how many they were... Just as many no matter country. He sucked their energy up like candy...
One hour later and they were on their way to the next city, all of them in the twins buss. It had turned into a tradition now that no one questioned that the band spent their time for an hour or two after the concert... or before... or both. No one questioned it, since they had no reason to... Gustav made sure off that. They were the best of friends after all, weren't they?
“Kiss him.”
If the fans only knew... and he gave a smirk, looking over at Tom and Georg who had curled up in the far end of the couch. Resigned, they did as they were told... They sure made a nice couple. And Gustav knew the fans thought so to. Then he returned his attention to Bill who was currently on his knees between his legs.
“Please...”
Bill was good at that, begging, but Gustav doubted it got the reaction Bill wanted because it never helped... it was amazing he hadn’t learned yet.
Grabbing on to Bills face with a strong hand, much stronger then should be possible, Gustav let his true self flash in his eyes. “Do it.” Bills eyes widened, and then he unbuttoned Gustavs shorts, getting his dick out, pumping it a few times before starting to lick and then sucking it down...
Gustav sighed... Bills lips were really made for sucking dick. And he wondered idly if his father had had anything to do with the twins and Georg being born... Wouldn’t surprise him.
Looking over at the other two, he could see that Georg and Tom apparently had hoped he’d be busy with only Bill tonight. “Did I tell you to stop?” he lashed out at them. “Or do you need encouragement?” And opened his hand slowly conjuring a bag of cocaine... His powers were very, very limited in this body... But anything to help the greater cause... and his pleasure, of course... Gustav smirked a little as he saw how he had three eyes fixed on him. It always helped, didn’t it...?
Pushing Bill off his dick momentarily, he sprinkled some on it... but when Bill was all of a sudden eager to go back to his task, Gustav pushed him off. “Who said it was for you?” and he reached out and grabbed a hold of Tom instead, who almost got tangled up in his big pants as he was dragged down on the floor. “Take care of Georg instead, hmm...?” he pointed out. “Show him to how good you are.” With the encouragement of the cocaine in the room, not to mention their fear off him, Bill did crawl over to Georg and did just as he was told, opening up Georgs pants and finding his dick instead... Georg on the other hand closed his eyes, trying not to react to Bill’s ministrations... Always the good guy, Gustav smirked. He’d been the hardest to crack. The twins the easiest. Work one over, and the other will follow.
Tom wasn’t quite as good as Bill, sloppier, so after a while, Gustav pushed him off. Time for the main event of the evening. Which, admittedly varied, but for now it was Georgs ass on the menu... Apparently Bill had done a good job, because despite Georgs best efforts, he was now panting as Bill went down on him.
Pulling Georg towards himself with such force he yelped as Bills teeth scraped slightly on his dick as it was pulled out of his mouth, Georg soon stared back at Gustavs slightly red eyes... he couldn’t quite keep it hidden when he got worked up. “Tom.” Gustav then said, grabbing his hand and giving him some cocaine… “Share this with your brother. You know how.” He could both see and feel the hesitant look Tom gave to Bill and how it was returned. Oh, this was Gustavs milk and honey really. Breaking down the twins... “In the corner. Do it.”
Taking Georgs place, both of them helped each other get their clothes off and started to caress each other, working each other up... sharing the cocaine between them...
While they did that, Gustav let Georg lick the powder off his finger instead... While he worked the long haired man off with his hand.
Feeding them more, they were soon too high to give a fuck... off who fucked who... And really, if Bills lips were made to suck dick... Then Georgs ass was made to fuck, plain and simple.
And Tom? Well, for Tom they’d have to be somewhere private... somewhere remote where no one would hear him. The thought alone made Gustav slam into Georg harder making Georg bite his lip not to be to loud, as he watched Bill fucking his brother and it didn’t take long before he came deep inside Georg. Not caring if the other had come, he then reached over and grabbed Tom’s dick around the base. “Don’t you dare come before your brother...” making Tom gasp and writhe under Bill Gustavs hand keeping a hold around the base of his dick... Luckily for Tom though, Bill was soon done and came hard inside Tom. Letting go off Toms dick, Gustav saw how Tom came as well, making a mess of the seat.
“Such a mess. Hagen. Clean it up. And Tom? Clean Hagen up.”
And while he watched the two do just that, he petted Bills hair. Bill was so tired from the concert and the fear of yet another trip with Gustav in the buss, he more or less fell asleep sitting up. “Can we...” and he licked his lips... “Can we go to bed now?”
“Yeah...” Gustav smirked as he saw how Georg came to from Tom eating him out. “It is a day tomorrow to, ain’t it? More girls and boys to charm.”
Then he left the trio and coldly snagged Bills bunk for the night knowing full well the trio would take comfort from each other, most likely snuggled in one bunk...
Really. It was the best way to take over the world, wasn’t it? And who said he couldn’t have a little fun in the process? That was just a bonus.
Title: The last wish
Author: KSena aka kseenaa
Rating: PG13? I think?
Fandom: Tokio Hotel
Pairings: Sorta Gustav/Tom
Warnings: Character death
Word count: 655
Time Writing: 30mins
Summary: He had one last wish… now what will the others do?
Disclaimer: The Tokio Hotel boys own themselves, thank you. This is just written for entertainment, and I don’t make a single dime on it. Unfortunately.
Authors Note: Written for domina_malfoy‘s What-If-Prompt: What if Gustav is in critical condition and his (potentially) last wish is to marry *insert TH boy of choice*?
Authors Note 2: I know nothing about the cancer I write here, just that it can be incurable. I am sorry if I got my facts wrong.
Tom sighed and dragged his hand over his face... “He is dying, Bill...”
Bill looked away... They were at home... Finally back after a visit to the hospital. Again. It had been hell these last 9 months... Ever since Gustav had fallen of the stage during a concert, fainting. He’d been alone, doing his thing with the audience as he always did, and then he’d just... fallen over. And now? Now he was dying. The cancer eating away at his brain. None had known... Least of all Gustav. He’d been the healthiest and smartest of them all. But the cancer had attacked without warning, and grew in such a place that surgery was impossible... They’d given him 6 months. Gustav was pushing it... desperately clinging on to life. He’d always been a fighter... silent and strong.
Bill and Tom sat in their couch silently. Georg was with Gustav right then, he’d arrived when Tom and Bill had left. Gustav was never alone. Quite literary. There was always, always fans outside the hospital. Fans who brought flowers, letters... drawings, art... It was insane. But touching to. Bill knew that Gustav always thought he didn’t have that many fans... Well, he was proven wrong now.
Snuggling into Tom, just wanting to be there for him, they sat silently for a moment longer. Before Bill broke the silence. “What are you going to do?”
Leaning his head back and looking up at the ceiling Tom sighed heavily. “I’ll marry him. I’ll do it.” Then he grew silent for a moment. “I do love him you know, just.... I didn’t know... He never said anything... If I’d known... I never dreamed... I...” he trailed off, tears falling down his cheeks. Tears welled up in Bills eyes to. He didn’t know he could still cry. Gustav was their best friend! Their rock! And they were losing him! Little by little...
The ceremony was held in the chapel at the hospital just a few days later when Tom had said yes kissing Gustavs hollowed checks with feeling... And Tom had helped Gustav himself during the entire ceremony. Gustav hadn’t looked that healthy in weeks, even though his strength was long gone... And Tom felt just then, that it was the right thing he did. He did love Gustav, and he cursed anything and everything that he hadn’t known... That Gustav hadn’t said anything.
Tom spent even more time at the hospital after that. No matter if Gustav was too weak to stay awake or not, he was there, holding his hand or just reading or just talking. And they did talk. Even if none of them were used to it. About feelings... About love... About death...
Three weeks later, Gustav died, his body finally giving up. It just couldn’t take it anymore. He’d taken four more months then he’d been given, and Tom was actually proud of that.
It didn’t make it easier though. For any of them. Gustav had been their rock, their support. Always been there. And now he was just... gone...
After the funeral, Georg moved closer to Bill and Tom, needing to keep an eye on them twins... and they were happy to have him there. They visited Gustavs grave at least once a week. In the beginning you couldn’t even see it for all the flowers, letters, teddy bears, drawings that filled the place. When they’d gone there the first time after the funeral, the view had broken them all down, and the three of them had been on their knees sobbing by the grave.
The more they went there though, the easier it got. And when Bill blushingly told Tom and Georg that he took time to just sit down and talk to Gustav there, Tom and Georg had admitted to do the same as well. It eased their sorrow somewhat.
Years later, Tom still kept his wedding ring on. And Gustavs drumset was still set up in the twins studio. It was never used.
Thank you everyone who have submitted, and now I give you to.... enjoy (?) these last two. And thank you again for reading and giving my mind and muse a kick in the rear. ;-) *lol* Apparently my muse only works when you kick it. Hmm.... ;-)
Again I remind that none of these have been betad, so... Do point out spelling errors and grammar errors so I can fix them!
Title: Prince of Darkness
Author: KSena aka kseenaa
Rating: NC17, most definitely!
Fandom: Tokio Hotel
Pairings: Gustav/Bill, Gustav/Tom, Gustav/Georg, Bill/Georg, Bill/Tom, Tom/Georg
Warnings: None consensual, Violence, Mind games, Forced incest, Addiction, Abuse... NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART!
Word count: 1098
Time Writing: 40mins
Summary: It is always the silent ones, isn’t it...?
Disclaimer: The Tokio Hotel boys own themselves, thank you. This is just written for entertainment, and I don’t make a single dime on it. Unfortunally.
Authors Note: Written for domina_malfoy‘s What-If-Prompt: What if Gustav is the Prince of Darkness?
Authors Note 2: This turned a bit longer. Swear I didn’t mean to. Sorry?
The concert was a success... and when they all stood there at the front stage taking a bow, they looked like the picture perfect young band... a foursome of good friends. Gustav smiled at their audience. Yeah... It was perfect.
Especially when his... friends ran off stage and he was left alone with the audience. His favorite moment. The screams... how they just wanted more and more... how many they were... Just as many no matter country. He sucked their energy up like candy...
One hour later and they were on their way to the next city, all of them in the twins buss. It had turned into a tradition now that no one questioned that the band spent their time for an hour or two after the concert... or before... or both. No one questioned it, since they had no reason to... Gustav made sure off that. They were the best of friends after all, weren't they?
“Kiss him.”
If the fans only knew... and he gave a smirk, looking over at Tom and Georg who had curled up in the far end of the couch. Resigned, they did as they were told... They sure made a nice couple. And Gustav knew the fans thought so to. Then he returned his attention to Bill who was currently on his knees between his legs.
“Please...”
Bill was good at that, begging, but Gustav doubted it got the reaction Bill wanted because it never helped... it was amazing he hadn’t learned yet.
Grabbing on to Bills face with a strong hand, much stronger then should be possible, Gustav let his true self flash in his eyes. “Do it.” Bills eyes widened, and then he unbuttoned Gustavs shorts, getting his dick out, pumping it a few times before starting to lick and then sucking it down...
Gustav sighed... Bills lips were really made for sucking dick. And he wondered idly if his father had had anything to do with the twins and Georg being born... Wouldn’t surprise him.
Looking over at the other two, he could see that Georg and Tom apparently had hoped he’d be busy with only Bill tonight. “Did I tell you to stop?” he lashed out at them. “Or do you need encouragement?” And opened his hand slowly conjuring a bag of cocaine... His powers were very, very limited in this body... But anything to help the greater cause... and his pleasure, of course... Gustav smirked a little as he saw how he had three eyes fixed on him. It always helped, didn’t it...?
Pushing Bill off his dick momentarily, he sprinkled some on it... but when Bill was all of a sudden eager to go back to his task, Gustav pushed him off. “Who said it was for you?” and he reached out and grabbed a hold of Tom instead, who almost got tangled up in his big pants as he was dragged down on the floor. “Take care of Georg instead, hmm...?” he pointed out. “Show him to how good you are.” With the encouragement of the cocaine in the room, not to mention their fear off him, Bill did crawl over to Georg and did just as he was told, opening up Georgs pants and finding his dick instead... Georg on the other hand closed his eyes, trying not to react to Bill’s ministrations... Always the good guy, Gustav smirked. He’d been the hardest to crack. The twins the easiest. Work one over, and the other will follow.
Tom wasn’t quite as good as Bill, sloppier, so after a while, Gustav pushed him off. Time for the main event of the evening. Which, admittedly varied, but for now it was Georgs ass on the menu... Apparently Bill had done a good job, because despite Georgs best efforts, he was now panting as Bill went down on him.
Pulling Georg towards himself with such force he yelped as Bills teeth scraped slightly on his dick as it was pulled out of his mouth, Georg soon stared back at Gustavs slightly red eyes... he couldn’t quite keep it hidden when he got worked up. “Tom.” Gustav then said, grabbing his hand and giving him some cocaine… “Share this with your brother. You know how.” He could both see and feel the hesitant look Tom gave to Bill and how it was returned. Oh, this was Gustavs milk and honey really. Breaking down the twins... “In the corner. Do it.”
Taking Georgs place, both of them helped each other get their clothes off and started to caress each other, working each other up... sharing the cocaine between them...
While they did that, Gustav let Georg lick the powder off his finger instead... While he worked the long haired man off with his hand.
Feeding them more, they were soon too high to give a fuck... off who fucked who... And really, if Bills lips were made to suck dick... Then Georgs ass was made to fuck, plain and simple.
And Tom? Well, for Tom they’d have to be somewhere private... somewhere remote where no one would hear him. The thought alone made Gustav slam into Georg harder making Georg bite his lip not to be to loud, as he watched Bill fucking his brother and it didn’t take long before he came deep inside Georg. Not caring if the other had come, he then reached over and grabbed Tom’s dick around the base. “Don’t you dare come before your brother...” making Tom gasp and writhe under Bill Gustavs hand keeping a hold around the base of his dick... Luckily for Tom though, Bill was soon done and came hard inside Tom. Letting go off Toms dick, Gustav saw how Tom came as well, making a mess of the seat.
“Such a mess. Hagen. Clean it up. And Tom? Clean Hagen up.”
And while he watched the two do just that, he petted Bills hair. Bill was so tired from the concert and the fear of yet another trip with Gustav in the buss, he more or less fell asleep sitting up. “Can we...” and he licked his lips... “Can we go to bed now?”
“Yeah...” Gustav smirked as he saw how Georg came to from Tom eating him out. “It is a day tomorrow to, ain’t it? More girls and boys to charm.”
Then he left the trio and coldly snagged Bills bunk for the night knowing full well the trio would take comfort from each other, most likely snuggled in one bunk...
Really. It was the best way to take over the world, wasn’t it? And who said he couldn’t have a little fun in the process? That was just a bonus.
Title: The last wish
Author: KSena aka kseenaa
Rating: PG13? I think?
Fandom: Tokio Hotel
Pairings: Sorta Gustav/Tom
Warnings: Character death
Word count: 655
Time Writing: 30mins
Summary: He had one last wish… now what will the others do?
Disclaimer: The Tokio Hotel boys own themselves, thank you. This is just written for entertainment, and I don’t make a single dime on it. Unfortunately.
Authors Note: Written for domina_malfoy‘s What-If-Prompt: What if Gustav is in critical condition and his (potentially) last wish is to marry *insert TH boy of choice*?
Authors Note 2: I know nothing about the cancer I write here, just that it can be incurable. I am sorry if I got my facts wrong.
Tom sighed and dragged his hand over his face... “He is dying, Bill...”
Bill looked away... They were at home... Finally back after a visit to the hospital. Again. It had been hell these last 9 months... Ever since Gustav had fallen of the stage during a concert, fainting. He’d been alone, doing his thing with the audience as he always did, and then he’d just... fallen over. And now? Now he was dying. The cancer eating away at his brain. None had known... Least of all Gustav. He’d been the healthiest and smartest of them all. But the cancer had attacked without warning, and grew in such a place that surgery was impossible... They’d given him 6 months. Gustav was pushing it... desperately clinging on to life. He’d always been a fighter... silent and strong.
Bill and Tom sat in their couch silently. Georg was with Gustav right then, he’d arrived when Tom and Bill had left. Gustav was never alone. Quite literary. There was always, always fans outside the hospital. Fans who brought flowers, letters... drawings, art... It was insane. But touching to. Bill knew that Gustav always thought he didn’t have that many fans... Well, he was proven wrong now.
Snuggling into Tom, just wanting to be there for him, they sat silently for a moment longer. Before Bill broke the silence. “What are you going to do?”
Leaning his head back and looking up at the ceiling Tom sighed heavily. “I’ll marry him. I’ll do it.” Then he grew silent for a moment. “I do love him you know, just.... I didn’t know... He never said anything... If I’d known... I never dreamed... I...” he trailed off, tears falling down his cheeks. Tears welled up in Bills eyes to. He didn’t know he could still cry. Gustav was their best friend! Their rock! And they were losing him! Little by little...
The ceremony was held in the chapel at the hospital just a few days later when Tom had said yes kissing Gustavs hollowed checks with feeling... And Tom had helped Gustav himself during the entire ceremony. Gustav hadn’t looked that healthy in weeks, even though his strength was long gone... And Tom felt just then, that it was the right thing he did. He did love Gustav, and he cursed anything and everything that he hadn’t known... That Gustav hadn’t said anything.
Tom spent even more time at the hospital after that. No matter if Gustav was too weak to stay awake or not, he was there, holding his hand or just reading or just talking. And they did talk. Even if none of them were used to it. About feelings... About love... About death...
Three weeks later, Gustav died, his body finally giving up. It just couldn’t take it anymore. He’d taken four more months then he’d been given, and Tom was actually proud of that.
It didn’t make it easier though. For any of them. Gustav had been their rock, their support. Always been there. And now he was just... gone...
After the funeral, Georg moved closer to Bill and Tom, needing to keep an eye on them twins... and they were happy to have him there. They visited Gustavs grave at least once a week. In the beginning you couldn’t even see it for all the flowers, letters, teddy bears, drawings that filled the place. When they’d gone there the first time after the funeral, the view had broken them all down, and the three of them had been on their knees sobbing by the grave.
The more they went there though, the easier it got. And when Bill blushingly told Tom and Georg that he took time to just sit down and talk to Gustav there, Tom and Georg had admitted to do the same as well. It eased their sorrow somewhat.
Years later, Tom still kept his wedding ring on. And Gustavs drumset was still set up in the twins studio. It was never used.