Fic: Auf Wiedersehen, TomxBill, Oneshot
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Title: Auf Wiedersehen
Author: momonao
Pairing(s): TomxBill
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I wish.
Warnings: Twinscest
Summary: At first it was just a feeling.
Author's notes: Not my first TH fic, but the first I've decided to post. Enjoy.
Bill's fingers shook as he rubbed crudely at his neck. He was sitting on one of the dirty couches in the green room, hunched forward with his elbows on his knees. His eyes were closed. It helped him ignore the low mutter coming from the rest of the people scattered around the room. The concert would be starting soon.
There was one thought in his mind, and it was that one thought that was driving him insane. It had slowly taken over his mind, destroying any chance he could possibly have had to break free. Bill could feel the weight on his heart as it beat against his chest.
Bill opened his eyes slowly, looking up to see Georg staring at him from across the room. Realising he'd been caught, Georg gave an awkward smile before quickly averting his gaze. Bill heaved a sigh, his eyes coming to rest on the space between his feet. The fluorescent light overhead flickered.
They know.
That was it. Everyone knew. At first it was just a feeling. Bill and Tom had gotten out of the elevator to the main entrance of their hotel that morning, and everyone had been acting strange. They were giving Bill and Tom looks out of the corner of their eyes that they didn't think the two could see. But they did, and they didn't like how it was making them feel..
The two had walked up to where Gustav and Georg were sitting. There were fake plants surrounding the bench where they sat, giving some kind of life to the hotel's entrance. Bill and Tom tried talking with the other guys. They gave up and just talked to each other instead when they got tired of receiving one-word responses. Bill couldn't help but notice the hard stare they had received the entire time from Gustav.
Half an hour later, the band and crew were packed up into the tour bus on their way to the next city. Bill was sitting cramped up at the table in the small kitchen area, on edge with how everyone was acting that morning. David was on his way by. He leant into Bill as he passed.
"You and Tom need to stop this thing you're doing. It's sickening, and it's bothering everyone."
And then he pressed on towards the back of the bus. It has been hushed, quiet and low. No chance of anyone else to have heard. Bill sat at the table, face blank in his state of shock. He told Tom through a text message.
Where had it all gone wrong? Bill and Tom had been so discreet about their relationship. Bill just knew it. Their looks and touches were only ever at the most intimate of moments when the two were alone. It was only ever when they were behind closed doors that they crossed the fine line of brothers to lovers.
Now, it was ten minutes until show time. All Bill wanted to do was run to Tom, and just be. He wanted to feel Tom's arms wrap around him and to be surrounded by a certain kind of warmth he only received from his brother. That was where Bill felt safe. That was where nothing was ever wrong.
Instead, Bill was sitting alone on a dirty couch in some horribly lit room. The two hadn't had much time to talk about what was happening. They'd only had a brief moment together upon arrival to the concert venue before Bill had to go into makeup. They were in a bathroom, and Bill was crying. Tom looked so distraught.
For a moment, everything went away when Tom brought his hand up to Bill's face to caress the sweet skin and press a gentile kiss on his lips.
But Bill's cell rang, and it was David. They'd taken too long.
"Alright boys, show time!"
Bill looked over to where Tom was sitting. He still sat where he was, staring off into nothing. As Bill walked past, he let his fingers gently graze across Tom's arm where it rest, bringing him out of his daze. Bill looked away before Tom could meet his eyes.
While Bill walked towards the stage, he knew Tom's eyes were on him, watching his every move. Bill quivered under the gaze, feeling the need to be with Tom one last time. He needed it. They both did.
Bill stopped as they approached the stage. The crew rushed around, doing some last minute adjustments. Someone brought Bill his mic. He gave a small smile in thanks, even thought they probably didn’t see it in the dark.
A hand found its way into Bill's. He looked at Tom. He could see in him what needn't be said.
This is it.
Bill looked down at his feet. He gave Tom's hand a squeeze, before taking off. The lights onstage gave out, and one by one the band came on. Bill entered last, smile plastered on his face.
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Thousands of eyes looked up at Bill as he sat down on his stool beside Tom. His Gibson had been traded in for an acoustic. Bill's feature’s softened; he loved singing along to the sound of Tom’s acoustic guitar.
Bringing himself back to the crowd, Bill said a few words. The crowd cheered as sound moved through them, resounding from Tom's guitar. It filled the stadium with the hallowed melody only the two beings onstage could ever fully understand.
In mir, wird es langsam kalt.
Wir lang können wir beide hier noch sein?
The words flowed easily from Bill's mouth. How many times had he sung this song? He wondered if Tom remembered when the first pieces of the song were strung together, late one night as they laid in each other's arms in the bed of some nameless hotel room.
Ich will da nicht allein sein.
Lass uns gemeinsam, in die nacht.
Tom looked up at Bill, making eye contact. He held a tender expression even with the finality that was pressing it's way in. Yes, Tom remembered.
Und auch, wenn du schicksal uns zerreibt
Egal was danach kommt das teilen wir.
Bill could feel his eyes watering now. He closed his eyes as the words poured out, trying to maintain a steady voice. But he couldn't. This was their song, and they were at their end.
Halt mich, sonst treib ich, alleine in die nacht.
Kommen mich mit und half mich,
Sonst treib ich, alleine in die nacht.
Bill couldn't help himself now. His tears were falling freely down his face. He didn't think it was a good idea for the crowd to see that he was crying. David would be angry. Regardless, he lifted his face up proudly, singing out his formerly best kept secret to the sea before him.
Irgendwann wird es zeit sein,
Lass uns gemeinsam, in die nacht.
He didn't want the song to end. He knew that when it did, everything would be over. This was the last time for them. Nothing would ever happen again. Bill's tears only came down faster.
Du bist, alles was ich bin.
Un alles was durch meine arden fliebt.
The last cord was too much. It wound its way around Bill's heart, tightening into a painful grip. Bill looked over at Tom and found tears falling down just as his own were. They left the stage, keeping a small amount of space between them as they walked at an excruciating pace. Someone took the acoustic from Tom to place it back with the other guitars.
The two stood side by side. They knew they must look pathetic, standing there crying. Tom placed his hand on Bill's arm, and that all it took for them to pull each other into a final embrace.
To them it was so right, but so wrong to everyone that looked on. They didn't care about that right now. All that mattered was feeling the other against them as they held on in sweet agony. Bill could smell the musk and sweat that was so uniquely Tom. He loved and craved this. Bill was shaking, and in his arms he could feel that Tom was shaking too.
Tom lifted his head just the slightest from Bill's shoulder. His lips ghosted up his brother's neck, electricity flowing through Bill from the contact. The hair on the back of Bill's neck stood on end just like Tom knew it would. Tom pressed his lips to Bill's ear.
Auf Wiedersehen
And then Tom was gone, lost amidst the crew dashing around before him.