Fic: Be Like You 02/02, Bill/Gustav, NC17/18
Title: Be Like You (Das Geschenk (The Gift) Series II) 02/02
Link: To Part 01/02
Series: Das Geschenk (The Gift) Series - section listing
Author: Beren
Fandom: Tokio Hotel / Jrock RPS (mentioned)
Pairing: Bill/Gustav, Bill/Gackt (mentioned)
Rating: NC-17/18 for sex and language
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, the real people in it are used without their permission and I definitely don't own them or have any copyright to any part of any of them. I do not believe any of this happened, is likely to happen or should happen it is simply a story created around known facts about those involved.
Warnings: vampires
Summary: Tom has decided he wants to be a vampire like Bill, but Bill's not so sure it's a good idea. There could be consequences.
Author's Notes: Don't ask me where the Gustav/Bill pairing came from; it just sort of happened :). Thanks to Soph for the beta, all mistakes remaining are my fault.
Word count: ~17,190
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The shower had helped, but Bill still felt kind of odd as he climbed into clean clothes. He was worried that Georg and Gustav wouldn't be able to accept him and Tom now, and he was worried about the whole sex thing. It wasn't that he disliked the idea of sex, it was just he couldn't imagine going out and picking up a girl or a boy just for sex. It wasn't really in his nature.
He sat down after he had dressed, drying his hair with a towel, but slowly drew to a halt as his thoughts took over. He couldn't say that he didn't like being a vampire most of the time, but it made his life so much more complicated. Sometimes he found himself wishing he had just gone back to the party when he had first met Gackt. Living your life in the public eye and being a vampire really didn't go together and he wondered what had ever possessed Gackt to try it.
He looked up when he heard a noise to the side and he was surprised to see Gustav standing there, hands in his pockets and a serious expression on his face.
"Hi," he said, not sure what else to say.
Gustav took that as an invitation and walked in, sitting down on the bench next to him.
"You doing okay with all this stuff going on?" was not really what he expected his friend to say, since he was pretty sure he was the one who had just shocked his friends to the bone.
"Yeah," he said after a moment, "you?"
"Getting there," was the honest reply.
Bill looked sideways at his friend, trying to gauge what Gustav was thinking, but Gustav had a very stoic face when he wanted to and his friend was staring at the wall with little to no expression. The fact that Gustav was even there and sitting so close was at least a good thing, or Bill hoped it was.
"Were you going to tell us?" Gustav asked eventually.
"Tom was," Bill said honestly, "I think he'd thought it all through, but I hadn't got that far. You know me, I barely plan anything. I was still trying to figure everything out."
"But you made him like you anyway?"
Bill wasn't quite sure what to say about that one; he wasn't sure Gustav would understand. His friend knew him and Tom well, but this might be that one step further than was comprehensible by someone not in the same situation.
"He pulled the twin card," was what he eventually said.
Gustav looked at him then with that calm, even stare that Bill had become used to over the years, then to his surprise his friend just nodded. Short and to the point and that was the end of that; it seemed Gustav did know where he was coming from.
"It may sound strange," Gustav said after another few moments silence, "but I'm glad it turned out to be something like this. It's weird and I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it, but you've been so secretive at times lately and we were getting worried about you."
"Tom already pointed out how crap I am at hiding things," Bill replied with a small rueful smile.
"The worst," Gustav agreed with a nod. "The fans seem to like the new you though."
Bill just shrugged; he wasn't about to disagree. He had no doubt David would want to speak to him about the new look and if he planned to use it again, since it had had such an impact. He just hoped that it wouldn't start a whole new round of why to hate Tokio Hotel; no doubt someone in the press would accuse him of Devil worship or something as stupid.
"So have you decided what to do about the problem you're having?" Gustav asked after a while.
Bill shook his head and glanced at his hands.
"The only thing I'm sure of is that Tom is not going to have the same issue," he said, going over all of his options in his head. "I don't like being out of control, but picking up someone just to have sex with them doesn't feel right."
"You thinking male or female?" Gustav asked in what sounded to Bill like a slightly embarrassed tone.
"Um," he replied as the question caught him off guard, "either. I've kind of come to realise I just wasn't looking at boys, but when I do some of them have the same effect as a pretty girl."
Surprisingly that made Gustav smile slightly.
"Yeah, I kind of noticed the same thing," his friend said with a shrug.
Bill turned fully to look at Gustav as surprise made him react rather than think. Then his thoughts caught up and doubt arrived that he had heard what he thought he had or that Gustav meant what he thought his friend had meant.
"Come again?" he asked, hoping for clarification.
Gustav looked at him for a while and he wasn't sure he was going to get an answer.
"About a year and a half ago we were at some record company party and I found myself talking to what I thought was a hot chick," his friend told him, "only it turned out when we got back to a hotel room she was a he. I was just drunk enough to follow through anyway and it opened my eyes to a few things. I've never acted on the impulse again, but I know what you mean."
Bill's brain did a flip and realigned his universe to fit the facts he had just been given, but it took a few seconds and he was sure he sat there looking like an idiot for a while.
"You never said a thing," he protested as he reran memories to see if there was ever any hint.
"That's because I know I'm going to end up with a girl," Gustav said quite plainly, "and so I never thought to bring it up."
"Not even after me and Gackt?" Bill asked, not sure what was really going on.
Gustav shook his head.
"You seemed to be doing fine on your own and it seemed like an added complication," his friend told him in a very calm and logical way. "I didn't want things getting weird."
Bill could understand that, but that didn't really explain the current conversation.
"Then why now?" he asked, honestly perplexed.
Gustav looked at him then with a level stare that seemed to analyse him.
"Because you have a problem," was the reply.
Bill frowned; he wasn't following.
"I don't understand," he admitted.
"I know you," Gustav said in a straight forward tone; "unless another vampire comes along and bewitches you, or you fall head over heels in love, you're going to have major problems just picking someone up and I can just imagine the fallout. You've had sex once and you have his number on speed dial."
Bill felt himself blushing; he couldn't deny that it was true.
"So I wanted you to know that if you can't solve the problem I'm here."
What Gustav was saying finally became clear and Bill was even more shocked.
"Nothing romantic," Gustav added quickly, "just friends, no biting and I'd have to be top, but if nothing else turns up..."
Bill just sat there; his brain refused to process that one and Gustav stood up before he could formulate a reply.
"Let me know," was what his friend said as Gustav headed towards the door.
"Okay," Bill just about managed to squeak out before Gustav disappeared the way he had come.
Watching where his friend had left the room, Bill replayed the recent conversation over in his brain again just to make sure it was real. When he had to conclude that it was, he had no idea what to do. In the end he put his still damp hair up in a ponytail and went to find out if the others were ready to head home.
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Bill walked into Tom's room with his pillow as soon as he was sure his parents were asleep and climbed into the unoccupied side of the bed. This time he lay on his back and his foot found his brother's shin, but not all the tension melted away this time. The fact that his brain was still churning over the conversation with Gustav would not go away.
[What is it?] Tom asked silently after a few minutes of just lying there.
His twin rolled over and looked at him and Bill couldn't avoid talking anymore.
[Gustav offered to have sex with me this evening,] he said and felt a lot better for doing so.
Tom looked surprised, but not scandalised.
[Our totally straight drummer offered to have sex with you?] Tom sounded a little incredulous.
Bill turned on his side so he could see Tom's face properly.
[Yes,] he replied, still reeling from the idea himself. [Turns out not so straight.]
[What did you say?] Tom asked after a moment.
[He said to let him know so I said okay,] he replied, replaying the conversation in his head for what had to be the hundredth time.
There was silence from Tom for a while and Bill could just imagine his twin's thought turning over.
[You do need to fix this problem you’re having,] Tom eventually pointed out.
[Are you saying I should accept?] Bill asked, surprised that Tom was thinking like that.
Relationships within the band could be trouble and it was probably a bad idea, but then again it wasn't really a relationship Gustav was offering, it was friends with benefits.
[Well you have to do something,] Tom replied with a mental shrug, [and I know you, you're never going to just pick someone up. I was going to offer to find us a couple of girls, but this would probably work better, because you'd probably spend all night trying to get to know anyone I brought back and never get round to anything else. You already know and trust Gustav and he must fancy you at least a bit or he never would have offered.]
Bill hadn't thought of it that way.
[Do you fancy him at all?] Tom asked as he considered it.
[Hmm, I could,] Bill said eventually, [I've just never considered him in that way. You've got to admit he's cute.]
Tom just looked at him for that comment.
[Straight, remember?] his twin said and rolled his eyes
[Yeah,] Bill replied with a grin, [well so was I.]
[Stop right there,] Tom said adamantly, [you are not gayifying me.]
Bill just laughed.
[Don't worry, big brother,] he said, feeling much better now he had spoken to Tom, [your manliness is safe. If you want to limit your options unnecessarily that's up to you.]
Tom's only reply was a derisive snort that made Bill smile even more.
[I'll talk to Gustav tomorrow,] he decided and felt the last of the tension leave now that he had made a decision, [make sure we both know what we're getting into.]
Tom made a noise of agreement, but, when Bill glanced over, his twin was already falling asleep. Rolling over, he pulled the duvet up over his shoulder and closed his eyes.
[Night,] he sent and received a jumble of sound in reply that he took to be a similar sentiment.
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"Mum!"
Bill woke suddenly when he heard Tom's voice and he sat up rapidly not really aware of what he was doing. What he found was his mother standing in Tom's doorway looking at them both and he glanced over at the clock and realised that he had forgotten to set it to wake him up so he could go back to his room before their parents woke up.
"Okay," their mother said as Bill did his best to gather his scattered wits, "what is going on? You haven't slept in the same bed unless you had to since you were small."
Bill looked at Tom.
[What do we say?] he asked, relying on the fact that Tom had probably thought about this before now.
[I think it's time to come clean at home too,] Tom said and there was a resolution in his twin's tone that made Bill think there was no way around this.
It was a scary prospect simply because Bill was inclined to take a paranoid view about the whole vampire thing, but most of him was sure their parents would not freak; at least not too much. He gave a small nod; he couldn't really see another way to explain their behaviour that wouldn't come back to bite them sooner or later.
"Mum," Tom said, taking the lead that Bill was glad to give him, "we need to have a long talk. Dad needs to hear it too and we'd rather not explain twice. It's not terrible, but it is complicated."
Their mother looked worried, but eventually she nodded.
It took them half an hour to get downstairs where they found their parents waiting for them. Bill really didn't feel like eating, but he took the cereal bar Tom thrust into his hands and then they all moved to the living room.
"First of all the sleeping in the same bed thing," Bill let Tom start from where his twin remained standing while he sat down, "it's because neither of us can sleep without the other there. It's temporary, but we can't do anything about it at the moment."
"Is something wrong?" their step-father asked in a concerned tone.
"No," Bill said straight away, possibly a little too quickly for it to be totally convincing, "not wrong, just different."
He realised he probably wasn't helping saying things like that.
[I'll start,] he decided silently; there was no point in holding back now.
"While we were in England something happened," he said, trying to think how to explain it. "I met someone and it kind of changed lots of things."
"Does this someone have a name?" their mother asked.
"Um, I'd rather not say," Bill said with a small shrug, "it's complicated."
"Did this person hurt you?" his step-father asked, jumping to the wrong conclusion.
"No," Bill said firmly, "it's not like that. He ..."
He saw his parents react to the 'he' and stopped talking as it occurred to him what he was admitting. For a while he just sat there looking with his parents looking back.
"Sweetheart," his mother finally said in a very gentle voice, "are you trying to tell us you're gay?"
"Um, not exclusively," he replied, awkwardly.
"Bill swings both ways," Tom said, helping him out.
"You didn't think we'd have a problem with that did you, darling?" his mother asked.
Bill shook his head, he had expected it might shock his parents a little since it had shocked him, but he had known they would support him on that point.
"That was just something I found out," he said, not really sure how to explain, "but it has a lot to do with why things happened."
He looked at Tom as he ran out of ideas as to how to go on.
"Bill's new friend was what you'd call unusual," Tom said, taking over for him.
It was clear their parents didn't know where this was going.
"He's over four hundred and fifty years old," he said, deciding that just coming out and saying the world vampire would be too much all at once.
That obviously wasn't what either of their parents had been expecting to hear and first he saw their faces register shock and then disbelief and worry.
"You don't really believe that do you, Bill?" his step-father asked.
Now his parents seemed to think he was having delusions and he gave a short little laugh. This was not going how he would have liked it to.
"I'm not delusional," he said, glancing at Tom, "honestly, he is that old even though he looks about thirty."
Both his mother and step-father looked to Tom as if Tom was going to be the voice of reason.
"If Bill's delusional then so am I," Tom said and sat down. "This is why meeting him changed everything; it's not every day you find out the universe doesn't quite work the way people have told you it does."
"No one can live for that long," their mother said as if she was trying to convince them.
"Vampires can," Bill said quietly.
He watched their parents swap worried glances.
"Vampires aren't real," their step-father said and seemed to be attempting to be very gentle but firm about it.
"Been there, thought that," Tom said in a no nonsense tone.
"Tom, whatever you think you've seen," when his mother started to say that Bill knew the time for words was over.
There was only one way their parents would ever believe them and he felt for his vampire nature.
"People can be very clever," their mother was still talking.
"Mum," he said and his step-father looked at him, eyes going wide, but his mother was still concentrating on Tom. "Mum," he said again, a little louder this time and she finally turned to him. "Vampires exist, mum."
Under his glowing gaze his mother's face lost all colour and she stared at him in disbelief. When she wobbled and began to pitch out of the chair she was perched on the front of, Bill moved before he thought about it. He caught his mother before she could hit the ground and placed her back in the chair, much more worried about her than anything else. He had never seen his mother faint before and it scared the crap out of him.
"Mum, are you okay?" he asked anxiously. "I'm sorry."
He held his mother gently in the chair and looked into her face as she blinked, recovering slowly. When he thought she was stable enough, he let go of her shoulders and just crouched there. Eventually his mother reached out slowly and gently cupped the side of his face as if reaffirming that he was really there. He had let the vampire fade in his panic and he didn't know what to do now.
"My little boy," his mother said quietly.
"It's not bad, mum," he promised faithfully, "all the legends and stuff aren't true. I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry."
For a while it was like time had stopped as he waited for his mother to react.
"Show me again, sweetheart," she said eventually, "please."
It was not what Bill was expecting, but after a moment of surprise he did as he was asked. His mother's face was very beautiful to vampire eyes, all bright and almost shining in the morning sunlight and he let her look at him. He even opened his mouth slightly to reveal just a hint of his fangs.
"Yesterday at the concert I wasn't trying out a new look," he said quietly since the news of the whole vampire fangs and eyes had been everywhere and his parents knew about it, "I kind of got stuck so I had to sing like this."
"I can see why the girls went crazy," his mother said quietly with a tiny smile. "Bill, Bill, Bill, what have you been up to?"
He let the vampire fade again then and couldn't help blushing; there was no way he was telling his mother exactly how this had come about.
"Oh," she said as if reading his mind, "this mystery man must have been very special indeed."
Bill couldn't look his mother in the eyes after that.
"I just need to know one thing," she said, which made him look up again even though he didn't want to; "are you happy with this?"
Bill nodded. His mother sat forward and placed a kiss on his forehead.
"That's okay then," she said quite simply. "But now I want to know what happened this weekend. Every time I've seen you both since you came back from England there's been something off, but now you seem to be back on track. You haven't been arguing behind everyone's backs because of this have you."
Once again Bill was amazed as how perceptive his mother was. They had hardly been at home recently and yet she had noticed everything. Georg and Gustav he could understand; they were with them most of the time, but they had spent very little time with their parents since he had been bitten, what with promoting the new album and everything.
"What's been off is that we were different," Tom said before Bill could formulate a reply; "we're not anymore."
Bill stood up slowly to stand next to Tom, a united front.
"So you're both...?" their step-father asked.
Bill gave a small nod.
"I made Bill agree to make me like him," Tom said, clearly trying to take all the blame.
"Different doesn't work for us," Bill added, not wanting this to be all on Tom's head, "I didn't take much convincing; not for something so..."
He wasn't quite sure what word to use.
"Fundamental," Tom finished for him.
"At least that I understand," their mother said evenly.
Their parents shared a look and took each other's hands before both turning back to look at them. Bill saw acceptance in the gazes looking at him.
"We'd like it if you would both explain this to us," their mother said and held out her free hand to Bill who was closest.
"We would like to understand everything," their dad agreed and held out his hand to Tom.
[All of it then,] Bill said silently.
[All of it,] Tom agreed.
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The explanation had been long and difficult in places, but Bill had been amazed at how understanding their parents had been. The day had been hectic since the band had been headed on the road again before lunch, but their parents had sent them off with hugs and smiles as usual. The trip was only for a few days to film their next video on location, do some interviews across the country and some signings for their last single, but it still meant piling into the van and checking into a hotel and making sure everything was ready. It wasn't until dinner that any of them had a chance to stop again and Bill dove into the pizza in front of him ravenously.
"Bill, where exactly did the vampire come from?" David asked when he finally paused his assault on the Italian food.
For a moment his mind flicked to thinking that David might have found out the truth before he realised that David was talking about the concert. He coughed and took a drink while trying to figure out a reply.
"He lost a bet," Georg said smoothly with a broad grin. "I bet Bill that his name would be the first we heard shouted when we reached the venue and he reckoned it would be Tom or me. I have a friend who does special effects and we agreed the one of us who lost would be vamped out to rile up the home fans."
Bill tried not to stare as Georg lied directly to David's face for him.
"Well it definitely did that," David replied in a manner that seemed pleased rather than anything else, "the fanbase seems to have gone nuts for the new look. How would you feel about using it occasionally?"
"Um," Bill said while rapidly going over the ramifications in his head.
Gackt had not seemed worried that he had done a concert with fangs so he didn't see that as a problem and as long as he was careful no one would find out that it wasn't a gimmick. He mulled it over.
"Okay," he said eventually, "but not too often, I don't want to over do it."
"Of course," David said with a grin; "keeping the fans begging for it will work much better anyway."
Bill rolled his eyes and went back to his pizza; he just hoped the whole vampire thing wouldn't attract too many crazies, or real vampires for that matter.
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Bill had been meaning to talk to Gustav all day, he really had, but there had never been the opportunity so when Tom dragged Georg off to the bar and gave him a mental shove he took the hint.
"Wanna watch some TV?" he asked as the two of them headed for their rooms.
"Sure," Gustav replied without reacting as if Bill might have an ulterior motive at all; "your room or mine?"
"Mine's closer," Bill said as they came to his door.
Gustav gave him a small smile and indicated that he should lead on, so he pushed the keycard into the door and let them in. Once inside, he threw his jacket over the desk chair, kicked off his shoes, opened the cabinet with the TV, picked up the remote and threw himself onto the bed.
"Pay per view or bog standard channels?" he asked, hoping that he would work up the courage to broach the subject of sex if they really did watch a bit of TV.
"You could try the adult channel if you're that nervous," Gustav said perfectly calmly and sat down on the other side of the bed.
Bill just put the remote down on his lap and looked at his friend.
"That obvious, huh?" he asked.
He was rewarded with a big smile for that comment.
"You don't do subtle," Gustav said as the smile morphed into a grin, "and you've been trying to get me alone all day."
Gustav had a very cute grin, Bill suddenly wished more people got to see it, but their drummer tended to reserve it for when the camera was not on.
"Well Tom's been pointing out all day that if I don't take you up on your offer I'm probably going to be celibate until my vampire breaks out and pins the first person I meet to an available surface, so I have an excuse," he replied, mentally trying to work out how they were going to do this. "Do you have any idea what those mental images can do to a sex starved vampire."
"No," Gustav said, "but I think I'm probably about to find out."
That wiped away any remaining humour in Bill; this wasn't just about joking around, this was serious.
"Do we really want to do this?" he asked, needing to know that neither of them was going to back out.
"As long as you promise me that you're not going to go and turn this into something it isn't," Gustav said, also sobering, "I don't see any reason why not. I find you attractive and you're so strung out I could probably look like Quasimodo and you wouldn't care. We can have some fun and solve your problem in the process."
"For the record, I find you attractive too," Bill said honestly, "now that I'm looking at you in that light. Don't ever let me hear you putting yourself down."
Gustav just shrugged at that and Bill made a mental note to do something about his friend's self-esteem, which seemed a little lacking at the moment. No one in the band was allowed to feel like they were worth less than the others no matter what the press seemed to think. He wondered if he could get Gustav a magazine spread of his own in the near future or something like that, something where Gustav could shine without having to worry about the others.
"You look intense," Gustav said, breaking him out of his train of thought, "anything going on in your head I should know about?"
"No," Bill said, banishing the thoughts for another time, "just planning."
"You, planning?" Gustav said with mock shock; "we're all in trouble."
Bill gave Gustav a look for that comment. Yes he often went with instinct, but he was capable of putting a plan together when he wanted to. They sat there for a while as the silence became more awkward.
"Maybe it would be better if I put on some porn," Bill suggested in the end, "get us in the mood."
"Could do," Gustav replied with a shrug, "or we could just try making out for a while and see where that takes us."
Bill looked at the remote that was now back in his hand and then tossed it onto the sofa in the corner of the room.
"Kissing I can do," he said and crawled over the distance between himself and Gustav.
For a moment he paused, not sure how to start, but then he decided to just dive in. Still on hands and knees, he leant forward and placed his lips on Gustav's. Gustav kissed back almost straight away and Bill felt a tongue ghost over his lips pretty soon after that. One thing he had had practice at was kissing and so he let himself sink into the experience, opening his mouth and letting Gustav taste him properly. When a hand snaked up under his shirt, ghosting over his skin and then reaching behind him to pull him down, he went with a purr. Gustav was a good kisser and his friend definitely knew what to do with his hands as well.
Everything was going fine as they kissed and carefully groped each other on the bed, that was until Gustav moved from Bill's lips to his neck. Bill moaned as Gustav gently nipped at his neck. feeling the blood rushing from his head to other parts of his anatomy. It seemed his neck was very sensitive to such ministrations these days and he rubbed himself against Gustav like a cat in ecstasy. He was definitely aroused now and he could feel the sexual energy coming from Gustav, who seemed to be enjoying himself as well.
That was when his vampire came out to play and he felt his senses heighten and his fangs descend. He nuzzled Gustav's neck, kissing the pale skin and sensing the blood rushing through the vein just under the skin. He didn't feel hunger, but he did feel need and he found that he wanted to bite; he wanted it very badly. For long seconds he was fixated and then he realised what he was doing and pushed himself away before he could lose control completely.
He found himself sitting on his arse at the back corner of the bed, breathing hard and trying his best not to follow the urge to close the gap back over the bed and pounce on Gustav. He wasn't quite sure if he wanted to shag or be shagged, but he definitely wanted to bite along the way and he knew that was one of the things Gustav had forbidden.
"Sorry," he apologised, trying very hard to put his vampire back where it belonged.
It was almost as difficult as at the concert, but there was no underlying sexual tension from several thousand teenagers, just him and Gustav so he eventually managed it.
[Bill, is something wrong?] Tom's voice sounded in his head.
[Vampire came out to play,] Bill replied quickly, [think I have it under control now.]
[You sure?] Tom asked carefully.
[Yeah,] he replied, feeling in control again, [thanks.]
"You wanted to bite me?" Gustav sounded curious rather than anything else, which was at least one thing.
Bill looked down, blushing as he did so; he couldn't exactly deny it.
"Sorry," he apologised again, "I ... um ... I think it was the whole neck thing."
When he looked back up Gustav just gave a small shrug.
"No necking," Gustav said calmly, "got it."
Bill didn't bother hiding the fact that he was surprised by that; sometimes Gustav's whole attitude to the world mystified him. In his friend's place he wasn't sure he'd be so calm. When Gustav gave him a come here look, he slowly moved and soon found himself into another embrace.
This time they kissed for longer and then Gustav pushed him down on the bed and began undoing his shirt and kissing across his chest. It was very nice indeed and he was purring again very quickly and this time he had Gustav pinned on the bed with him leaning over his companion before he caught himself. He pushed himself away and off the bed completely this time; it had been so close and he realised that thanks to his abstinence his control was completely crap.
Wrapping his arms around himself he walked away from the bed, desperately dragging what was left of his will to his control. It was even harder to force his vampire nature away this time and it was beginning to dawn on him that he might not be able to do this.
[Bill?] Tom's enquiry was not far behind his loss of control.
[Happened again,] Bill said without needing to be prompted; [I don't know if I can do this without biting someone.]
It was what he was honestly thinking and he had no idea what he could do about it.
[Maybe you should ring Gackt again,] Tom suggested; [I can feel your need from down here.]
Bill would have replied, but a hand on his shoulder made him turn. Gustav was standing just behind him regarding him very seriously.
"You really need to bite, don't you?" Gustav said thoughtfully.
Bill nodded.
"I think I do, yes," he replied with a nod; "I'm sorry."
"If you bite someone won't they become a vampire too?" Gustav asked with a frown.
It was only then that it occurred to Bill that he and Tom hadn't really explained a great deal the previous day. Gustav had no idea what to think in this situation.
"No," Bill said simply, "to make another vampire we have to drink and then feed them our blood. A bite is just a bite."
"What about disease?" Gustav sounded genuinely interested.
"Can't get any, can't carry any," he replied with complete honesty.
The vampire metabolism worked in such a different way that natural organisms couldn't survive the contact.
"Oh," Gustav said and turned back to the bed.
Bill watched his friend walk away.
[Bill?] Tom mentally prodded him.
[Hmm, I'll get back to you, Tom,] he told his twin, [I'm not sure what's going on.]
Gustav sat down on the bed and looked up at him.
"Does it hurt?" Gustav asked.
There was a glimmering of light at the end of the tunnel and Bill began walking towards it.
"For a moment," he said, not wanting to be anything by honest, "but then it's almost like sex, well in my limited experience that's the nearest I can think of."
Now it was Gustav who looked surprised.
"Really?" was the next question.
Bill nodded.
"It's called a soul link and it happens when a vampire bites someone else," he decided he needed to explain. "It allows a connection and the pleasure is shared. Drinking blood is ... umm ... euphoric."
Gustav appeared slightly dubious for a moment and then seemed to accept that.
"And you really need to bite me?" his friend asked in a very straightforward tone.
"My vampire side is a little out of control," Bill admitted, somewhat embarrassed about it; "I should be able to separate the two, but I don't think I can at the moment."
Gustav appeared to think about this for a while as well.
"Then bite me," Gustav finally decided in what seemed to be a logical manner.
For a moment Bill just stood there and processed that for a while.
"You mean it?" he asked eventually.
Gustav looked at him levelly for that question; Gustav rarely said anything he didn't mean. Bill smiled sheepishly for having asked the question and when Gustav patted the bed he walked over and sat down.
"Shall we start again?" he asked, fiddling with his fingers as he felt suddenly nervous again.
"That sound like a good plan," Gustav said, taking one of his hands so he couldn't play anymore, "and this time, don't stop yourself."
Bill took a deep breath and tried to recapture what he had been feeling before his vampire side had decided to intervene and then he turned to Gustav and leant in.
"But it better be as good as you said," Gustav decided to say just before they kissed and Bill found himself giggling rather than kissing.
At least he did know that it was as good as he'd said. When Gustav grabbed him and shoved him backwards, he went, still giggling; he only stopped when Gustav started kissing him passionately. It didn't take either of them long to find the mood again and when Gustav moved on to his neck again, Bill knew it wouldn't be long before his vampire came out to play. His passion rose and then his gums were aching and his senses were spiking and he had their positions reversed and Gustav pinned beneath him in a moment.
It was completely instinctive to bite and his fangs slid into Gustav's flesh like knives into hot butter. Gustav grunted in pain once, but that noise changed the moment blood hit Bill's tongue and he felt the incredible rush that always came with feeding, felt the connection bloom and he pushed it at Gustav. Being a drummer, Gustav was strong and Bill found himself almost pushed off when Gustav arched underneath him. He drank for what seemed like forever, but couldn't have been more thank thirty seconds or so and then his brain all but exploded as he felt the soul link flare and Gustav shuddered from head to foot before collapsing back on to the bed, limp.
It took Bill a moment longer to withdraw his fangs from Gustav's neck, licking the wounds to begin the rapid healing process. When he pulled back, Gustav was breathing hard and staring at him with his mouth open. Bill knew the feeling from both sides and he spent a good few seconds putting his head back together before he dared move any further.
[Was that what I think it was?] Tom's mental voice sounded a bit dazed. [Did you just bite, Gustav?]
[Yeah,] Bill replied when he could form coherent thought, [he said I could. Did I project too much?]
[That's one way of putting it,] Tom told him, sounding a little disgruntled. [I don't know what Georg thinks is going on, but I had rather an interesting reaction so you and Gustav might want to come clean in the morning and tell him you're sleeping together. Either that or help him have me committed.]
[Sorry,] Bill apologised; he seemed to be doing rather a lot of that this evening.
Tom didn't reply verbally, but Bill hoped the vague feeling he was given in return was forgiveness.
"Okay?" he asked Gustav when his friend didn't move.
Gustav looked at him with a very level stare.
"I just came in my underwear," Gustav sounded shocked and somewhere between satisfied and horrified.
Gustav looked so perplexed that it amused Bill almost to the point of laughing, but with a Herculean effort he managed to keep a straight face. He wasn't sure whether to apologise or feel inordinately pleased with himself.
"Um," he said, not really sure how to reply to his friend's last statement; "the bathroom's through there and there's a spare robe on the back of the door."
Still looking rather dazed, Gustav sat up and then pushed himself off the bed and walked rather gingerly towards the bathroom. Bill just watched him go and wondered if a study of two, as in himself and Gustav, was proof enough that vampire bites were always orgasmic between sexual partners or if it was just coincidence.
He was still thinking about it when Gustav reappeared from the bathroom in a white fluffy robe with his clothes nearly rolled under one arm. Thankfully Gustav had lost the dazed look and seemed more pleased than anything else.
"Okay," Gustav said, putting the clothes down on the sofa and walking back to the bed, "you were right about the biting, but we're going to have to wait a bit now to do anything else."
Bill grinned at that; at least Gustav didn't seem embarrassed about the whole thing.
"We have all night," he pointed out cheerfully; "no hurry. Since we're waiting though, I'll just take the opportunity to use the bathroom."
On impulse he kissed Gustav on the nose as he bounced past and then flicked the bathroom door shut with his foot. Then he set about making sure he was ready for what he hoped was to come. When he was finished he threw on the second robe, shoved the condoms and the lube Tom had bought him a while back into the robe pocket and walked back into the bedroom.
"What was the whole kiss on the nose thing?" Gustav asked as Bill walked over towards the bed.
"You're cute," he replied with a smile and plopped down onto the mattress beside his friend, "so I gave in to an impulse. Don't worry, I'm not about to fall madly in love with you, but I'd like you to know I do love you. You're one of my three best friends."
Gustav gave him one of the 'I'm processing that' looks.
"You are such a girl," was the final verdict.
For once, that made Bill laugh.
"I hope not, or this is going to go very differently than I was hoping," he said and flopped back onto the bed.
"Well if you're naked under there I can always check, just to make sure," Gustav said, flopping back beside him and grinning evilly.
"Your seduction technique needs work," Bill responded and stuck out his tongue.
"You're easy," Gustav told him, leaning up on one arm and over him, "who needs technique."
Bill would have replied, but Gustav shut him up with a kiss and he didn't resist when Gustav went for the belt of his bathrobe. He'd become hard just thinking about what they were going to be doing when he had been in the bathroom so when Gustav pushed aside the robe there was a healthy erection waiting. It seemed that their drummer was anything but shy in the bedroom as Bill found himself pushed into the bed and Gustav's fingers wrapping around his cock.
He could have arched up into the touch; he was quite strong enough to move Gustav's weight these days, but he liked the feeling of being pinned down, so he just moaned into the kiss. When Gustav kissed down his neck, he felt his vampire nature rising to the surface again, but his other side already had part of what it needed and was being given the rest, so he could control it. His eyes fell closed as his companion played and he only opened them again when he felt Gustav sitting up slightly, letting the vampire glow flash to the surface briefly as his arousal spiked.
"You know just how beautiful you are, don't you, Bill," Gustav said, leaning close and whispering. "I've thought about fucking you before, lying in my bunk in the tour bus with the curtains closed, wanking silently. Now I have you in my reach and I'm going to enjoy every moment."
About all Bill could reply was a throaty moan as Gustav squeezed him almost hard enough to hurt. When Gustav said things, Bill automatically believed his friend and he liked this sexual side to Gustav. When Gustav employed his voice his friend definitely knew how to use it.
"If you keep doing that," Bill said breathlessly as Gustav stroked him firmly, "I'm not going to last long."
"You can come whenever you like," Gustav said in a low tone, "but I'm still going to fuck you through the mattress."
Bill bit his own lip to stop himself losing it there and then.
"Who knew you were so demanding in the bedroom," he managed a comeback; it wasn't a great one, but he gave himself points for trying.
"You're taller, faster and stronger than me," Gustav said with another wicked smile, "so I thought we'd set the ground rules before we begin properly."
There was a strange logic to that which was so very Gustav and Bill let his eyes flash again, but nodded as well.
"Okay," he agreed.
"I assume you have supplies," Gustav said, still working him agonisingly slowly.
"Right pocket," Bill just about managed to say.
Then suddenly Gustav wasn't touching him anymore.
"Hands and knees," his companion said, "please."
It was only then that Bill realised Gustav had retrieved the condoms and lube and was now holding them; it was a little worrying that he didn't seem to remember his friend doing that. Shaking off the disorientation he decided to get into the spirit of things and slowly stood up. Giving his shoulders a seductive shrug he let the robe fall to the floor and then he climbed onto the bed and languidly stretched before moving into the requested position.
"This okay?" he asked and looked at Gustav under his arm and down the length of his body.
"Oh yeah," was Gustav's response and Bill scored himself another point in whatever game they were playing.
He watched as Gustav slowly shed his own bathrobe and then climbed onto the bed behind him. He closed his eyes again as Gustav boldly ran a hand over his arse and down between his legs to take hold of his cock again. That was the clincher; his friend was definitely trying to kill him. Gustav didn't appear to be in the mood to mess around either because Bill soon felt a slick finger moving against his entrance. He bit his lip again as the finger was pushed inside and moaned quietly.
"Moan louder for me, Bill," Gustav requested quietly, "no one can hear us in here."
Gustav was nowhere near as practiced as Bill remembered Gackt being, but there was something to be said for enthusiasm and Bill found himself doing as he was asked when Gustav found his prostate. It might have been an accident the first time, but Gustav was a fast learner and the second and third time Bill knew that the intimate touches were definitely deliberate. He managed to put up with it for another couple of passes, but it was too much too fast.
"Please," he said as he panted, "no more."
Gustav didn't say anything, just changed the angle being used and then Bill felt another finger being added and he urged his muscles to relax. It wasn't long before another finger was added and Bill knew he was ready and he pushed back against Gustav's hand to make his point. This wasn't about games anymore it was about sensation and Bill thought he and Gustav were on the same page about that.
There was a moment when Bill lost all contact with Gustav and all he could do was wait impatiently. His vampire was very close to the surface, close enough so that his senses were higher than normal and the noise of a condom wrapper being opened was very loud as far as he was concerned. He could almost see Gustav in his mind's eye rolling on the protective sheath as he heard ever millimetre of movement. Technically they didn't need the condom and Bill almost said something, but he knew Gustav was a child of the nineties like him and was too well trained in safe sex to be comfortable without it and he held himself back.
The sound of lube being applied to latex almost killed him, but then Gustav was moving in behind him and he groaned in gratitude as Gustav slowly pushed into him. His body was tight; he wasn't exactly used to this, but his muscles gave with only minor pain as his vampire nature demanded sex and forced his body to adjust accordingly. Finally he heard Gustav reacting as well and his lover was breathing hard by the time they were skin to skin.
Bill felt very full and he knew he had every inch of Gustav, but now he wanted his lover to move. He flexed his hips slightly, causing Gustav to groan deeply, and Gustav seemed to get the message. Bill felt Gustav pull out about half way and then push slowly back in and every moment was divine. This was what he needed and Bill felt his human nature and vampire nature coming into line and he sank into the experience completely.
Gustav gradually began to move faster, pushing into him harder, and Bill braced his body and took everything on offer. He had perfect trust that his lover would not hurt him and he reached for the pleasure and release that was soon within his grasp. When Gustav changed angle, proving that his reaction to his prostate being stimulated had not been forgotten, Bill curled his fingers into the sheets. Gackt had told him he was responsive and Gustav was doing a very good job of pushing all the right buttons. All Gustav had to do was touch his cock, reaching round to take hold of him and he was coming.
He shuddered out his completion, not caring how noisy he was being and he felt Gustav speed up even more. As his body clenched and unclenched Gustav pounded into him and then his friend was moaning and shaking, buried in him to the hilt. It was wonderful; it was what he needed and he barely managed to keep his arms straight as the trail end of his orgasm threatened to take away sensible motor control.
As soon as Gustav pulled out, he fell onto his side and just lay there, doing his best to remember how to breathe. Bill already knew he liked sex and it was at times like this he wished he wasn't so picky about partners. He only hoped Gustav was as satisfied as he was, because he really fancied doing the whole sex thing again, possibly soon. Gustav collapsed onto his back on the bed a little way from Bill and they looked at each other. Bill couldn't help the grin that made its way onto his face.
"That was fun," he said with no trace of guilt whatsoever.
"Yeah," Gustav agreed with an answering grin, "it was."
"We should do it again sometime," Bill decided he might as well broach the subject now so they both knew where they stood.
"We should," Gustav agreed with a nod. "How often do you think you might need my services?"
Bill thought about that, since, even though the question was asked in a light tone, it could be rather important. He remembered when the urges had really started to kick in after his encounter with Gackt.
"Once a week?" he didn't want to push his friend if that was too often, but Gustav grinned in response.
"I think we can manage that," his friend told him and Bill smiled back.
There was nothing quite like a consensus of opinion and Bill rolled onto his back feeling very content. This was working out far better than he could ever have expected. The depths of Gustav would never cease to amaze him. He felt much better than he had done in weeks and the danger he had felt lurking under the surface, but which he had been ignoring, was almost completely gone.
"I think Tom might have a rival for the 'sex god' title," he said, enjoying the afterglow and grinning at Gustav.
"Nah," Gustav replied, "he can keep it. Being the mysterious one is much more my style."
"I think drummers are supposed to be mysterious," Bill agreed with a nod; "that way you get a cult following. I think I'll be a founding member."
Gustav seemed to find that really funny and Bill found himself laughing along. They were quite a pair really and Bill found that he wasn't worried about sex at all anymore.
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Bill heard the door open and looked up to see Tom quietly entering his room. He'd almost been asleep, since Gustav had left an hour or so previously, but that final drift into complete dreams had been elusive and he was glad Tom was there. At least their problem seemed to be easing, even if it hadn't completely gone away yet. He felt the final tension leave him as Tom slipped into the bed and their shins bumped each other and he relaxed, ready to finally sleep properly.
[Just for future reference,] Tom's voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
[Hmm,] he replied, more than a little asleep.
[Going out in public while the other one is having sex,] Tom told him; [really not a good idea. At least not until we have this whole telepathy thing figured out a bit more.]
Bill opened his eyes at that and looked across to Tom in the dark; his brother's face was very serious.
[Oh,] he replied, [okay.]
He would have asked exactly what had happened to Tom, but his twin rolled over and pulled up the duvet, which was a clear sign the conversation was over. Making a mental note to ask in the morning, he turned on his side as well and shuffled towards Tom so that they were touching. He fell asleep with some worryingly lurid mental images.
The End
Link: To Part 01/02
Series: Das Geschenk (The Gift) Series - section listing
Author: Beren
Fandom: Tokio Hotel / Jrock RPS (mentioned)
Pairing: Bill/Gustav, Bill/Gackt (mentioned)
Rating: NC-17/18 for sex and language
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, the real people in it are used without their permission and I definitely don't own them or have any copyright to any part of any of them. I do not believe any of this happened, is likely to happen or should happen it is simply a story created around known facts about those involved.
Warnings: vampires
Summary: Tom has decided he wants to be a vampire like Bill, but Bill's not so sure it's a good idea. There could be consequences.
Author's Notes: Don't ask me where the Gustav/Bill pairing came from; it just sort of happened :). Thanks to Soph for the beta, all mistakes remaining are my fault.
Word count: ~17,190
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The shower had helped, but Bill still felt kind of odd as he climbed into clean clothes. He was worried that Georg and Gustav wouldn't be able to accept him and Tom now, and he was worried about the whole sex thing. It wasn't that he disliked the idea of sex, it was just he couldn't imagine going out and picking up a girl or a boy just for sex. It wasn't really in his nature.
He sat down after he had dressed, drying his hair with a towel, but slowly drew to a halt as his thoughts took over. He couldn't say that he didn't like being a vampire most of the time, but it made his life so much more complicated. Sometimes he found himself wishing he had just gone back to the party when he had first met Gackt. Living your life in the public eye and being a vampire really didn't go together and he wondered what had ever possessed Gackt to try it.
He looked up when he heard a noise to the side and he was surprised to see Gustav standing there, hands in his pockets and a serious expression on his face.
"Hi," he said, not sure what else to say.
Gustav took that as an invitation and walked in, sitting down on the bench next to him.
"You doing okay with all this stuff going on?" was not really what he expected his friend to say, since he was pretty sure he was the one who had just shocked his friends to the bone.
"Yeah," he said after a moment, "you?"
"Getting there," was the honest reply.
Bill looked sideways at his friend, trying to gauge what Gustav was thinking, but Gustav had a very stoic face when he wanted to and his friend was staring at the wall with little to no expression. The fact that Gustav was even there and sitting so close was at least a good thing, or Bill hoped it was.
"Were you going to tell us?" Gustav asked eventually.
"Tom was," Bill said honestly, "I think he'd thought it all through, but I hadn't got that far. You know me, I barely plan anything. I was still trying to figure everything out."
"But you made him like you anyway?"
Bill wasn't quite sure what to say about that one; he wasn't sure Gustav would understand. His friend knew him and Tom well, but this might be that one step further than was comprehensible by someone not in the same situation.
"He pulled the twin card," was what he eventually said.
Gustav looked at him then with that calm, even stare that Bill had become used to over the years, then to his surprise his friend just nodded. Short and to the point and that was the end of that; it seemed Gustav did know where he was coming from.
"It may sound strange," Gustav said after another few moments silence, "but I'm glad it turned out to be something like this. It's weird and I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it, but you've been so secretive at times lately and we were getting worried about you."
"Tom already pointed out how crap I am at hiding things," Bill replied with a small rueful smile.
"The worst," Gustav agreed with a nod. "The fans seem to like the new you though."
Bill just shrugged; he wasn't about to disagree. He had no doubt David would want to speak to him about the new look and if he planned to use it again, since it had had such an impact. He just hoped that it wouldn't start a whole new round of why to hate Tokio Hotel; no doubt someone in the press would accuse him of Devil worship or something as stupid.
"So have you decided what to do about the problem you're having?" Gustav asked after a while.
Bill shook his head and glanced at his hands.
"The only thing I'm sure of is that Tom is not going to have the same issue," he said, going over all of his options in his head. "I don't like being out of control, but picking up someone just to have sex with them doesn't feel right."
"You thinking male or female?" Gustav asked in what sounded to Bill like a slightly embarrassed tone.
"Um," he replied as the question caught him off guard, "either. I've kind of come to realise I just wasn't looking at boys, but when I do some of them have the same effect as a pretty girl."
Surprisingly that made Gustav smile slightly.
"Yeah, I kind of noticed the same thing," his friend said with a shrug.
Bill turned fully to look at Gustav as surprise made him react rather than think. Then his thoughts caught up and doubt arrived that he had heard what he thought he had or that Gustav meant what he thought his friend had meant.
"Come again?" he asked, hoping for clarification.
Gustav looked at him for a while and he wasn't sure he was going to get an answer.
"About a year and a half ago we were at some record company party and I found myself talking to what I thought was a hot chick," his friend told him, "only it turned out when we got back to a hotel room she was a he. I was just drunk enough to follow through anyway and it opened my eyes to a few things. I've never acted on the impulse again, but I know what you mean."
Bill's brain did a flip and realigned his universe to fit the facts he had just been given, but it took a few seconds and he was sure he sat there looking like an idiot for a while.
"You never said a thing," he protested as he reran memories to see if there was ever any hint.
"That's because I know I'm going to end up with a girl," Gustav said quite plainly, "and so I never thought to bring it up."
"Not even after me and Gackt?" Bill asked, not sure what was really going on.
Gustav shook his head.
"You seemed to be doing fine on your own and it seemed like an added complication," his friend told him in a very calm and logical way. "I didn't want things getting weird."
Bill could understand that, but that didn't really explain the current conversation.
"Then why now?" he asked, honestly perplexed.
Gustav looked at him then with a level stare that seemed to analyse him.
"Because you have a problem," was the reply.
Bill frowned; he wasn't following.
"I don't understand," he admitted.
"I know you," Gustav said in a straight forward tone; "unless another vampire comes along and bewitches you, or you fall head over heels in love, you're going to have major problems just picking someone up and I can just imagine the fallout. You've had sex once and you have his number on speed dial."
Bill felt himself blushing; he couldn't deny that it was true.
"So I wanted you to know that if you can't solve the problem I'm here."
What Gustav was saying finally became clear and Bill was even more shocked.
"Nothing romantic," Gustav added quickly, "just friends, no biting and I'd have to be top, but if nothing else turns up..."
Bill just sat there; his brain refused to process that one and Gustav stood up before he could formulate a reply.
"Let me know," was what his friend said as Gustav headed towards the door.
"Okay," Bill just about managed to squeak out before Gustav disappeared the way he had come.
Watching where his friend had left the room, Bill replayed the recent conversation over in his brain again just to make sure it was real. When he had to conclude that it was, he had no idea what to do. In the end he put his still damp hair up in a ponytail and went to find out if the others were ready to head home.
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Bill walked into Tom's room with his pillow as soon as he was sure his parents were asleep and climbed into the unoccupied side of the bed. This time he lay on his back and his foot found his brother's shin, but not all the tension melted away this time. The fact that his brain was still churning over the conversation with Gustav would not go away.
[What is it?] Tom asked silently after a few minutes of just lying there.
His twin rolled over and looked at him and Bill couldn't avoid talking anymore.
[Gustav offered to have sex with me this evening,] he said and felt a lot better for doing so.
Tom looked surprised, but not scandalised.
[Our totally straight drummer offered to have sex with you?] Tom sounded a little incredulous.
Bill turned on his side so he could see Tom's face properly.
[Yes,] he replied, still reeling from the idea himself. [Turns out not so straight.]
[What did you say?] Tom asked after a moment.
[He said to let him know so I said okay,] he replied, replaying the conversation in his head for what had to be the hundredth time.
There was silence from Tom for a while and Bill could just imagine his twin's thought turning over.
[You do need to fix this problem you’re having,] Tom eventually pointed out.
[Are you saying I should accept?] Bill asked, surprised that Tom was thinking like that.
Relationships within the band could be trouble and it was probably a bad idea, but then again it wasn't really a relationship Gustav was offering, it was friends with benefits.
[Well you have to do something,] Tom replied with a mental shrug, [and I know you, you're never going to just pick someone up. I was going to offer to find us a couple of girls, but this would probably work better, because you'd probably spend all night trying to get to know anyone I brought back and never get round to anything else. You already know and trust Gustav and he must fancy you at least a bit or he never would have offered.]
Bill hadn't thought of it that way.
[Do you fancy him at all?] Tom asked as he considered it.
[Hmm, I could,] Bill said eventually, [I've just never considered him in that way. You've got to admit he's cute.]
Tom just looked at him for that comment.
[Straight, remember?] his twin said and rolled his eyes
[Yeah,] Bill replied with a grin, [well so was I.]
[Stop right there,] Tom said adamantly, [you are not gayifying me.]
Bill just laughed.
[Don't worry, big brother,] he said, feeling much better now he had spoken to Tom, [your manliness is safe. If you want to limit your options unnecessarily that's up to you.]
Tom's only reply was a derisive snort that made Bill smile even more.
[I'll talk to Gustav tomorrow,] he decided and felt the last of the tension leave now that he had made a decision, [make sure we both know what we're getting into.]
Tom made a noise of agreement, but, when Bill glanced over, his twin was already falling asleep. Rolling over, he pulled the duvet up over his shoulder and closed his eyes.
[Night,] he sent and received a jumble of sound in reply that he took to be a similar sentiment.
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"Mum!"
Bill woke suddenly when he heard Tom's voice and he sat up rapidly not really aware of what he was doing. What he found was his mother standing in Tom's doorway looking at them both and he glanced over at the clock and realised that he had forgotten to set it to wake him up so he could go back to his room before their parents woke up.
"Okay," their mother said as Bill did his best to gather his scattered wits, "what is going on? You haven't slept in the same bed unless you had to since you were small."
Bill looked at Tom.
[What do we say?] he asked, relying on the fact that Tom had probably thought about this before now.
[I think it's time to come clean at home too,] Tom said and there was a resolution in his twin's tone that made Bill think there was no way around this.
It was a scary prospect simply because Bill was inclined to take a paranoid view about the whole vampire thing, but most of him was sure their parents would not freak; at least not too much. He gave a small nod; he couldn't really see another way to explain their behaviour that wouldn't come back to bite them sooner or later.
"Mum," Tom said, taking the lead that Bill was glad to give him, "we need to have a long talk. Dad needs to hear it too and we'd rather not explain twice. It's not terrible, but it is complicated."
Their mother looked worried, but eventually she nodded.
It took them half an hour to get downstairs where they found their parents waiting for them. Bill really didn't feel like eating, but he took the cereal bar Tom thrust into his hands and then they all moved to the living room.
"First of all the sleeping in the same bed thing," Bill let Tom start from where his twin remained standing while he sat down, "it's because neither of us can sleep without the other there. It's temporary, but we can't do anything about it at the moment."
"Is something wrong?" their step-father asked in a concerned tone.
"No," Bill said straight away, possibly a little too quickly for it to be totally convincing, "not wrong, just different."
He realised he probably wasn't helping saying things like that.
[I'll start,] he decided silently; there was no point in holding back now.
"While we were in England something happened," he said, trying to think how to explain it. "I met someone and it kind of changed lots of things."
"Does this someone have a name?" their mother asked.
"Um, I'd rather not say," Bill said with a small shrug, "it's complicated."
"Did this person hurt you?" his step-father asked, jumping to the wrong conclusion.
"No," Bill said firmly, "it's not like that. He ..."
He saw his parents react to the 'he' and stopped talking as it occurred to him what he was admitting. For a while he just sat there looking with his parents looking back.
"Sweetheart," his mother finally said in a very gentle voice, "are you trying to tell us you're gay?"
"Um, not exclusively," he replied, awkwardly.
"Bill swings both ways," Tom said, helping him out.
"You didn't think we'd have a problem with that did you, darling?" his mother asked.
Bill shook his head, he had expected it might shock his parents a little since it had shocked him, but he had known they would support him on that point.
"That was just something I found out," he said, not really sure how to explain, "but it has a lot to do with why things happened."
He looked at Tom as he ran out of ideas as to how to go on.
"Bill's new friend was what you'd call unusual," Tom said, taking over for him.
It was clear their parents didn't know where this was going.
"He's over four hundred and fifty years old," he said, deciding that just coming out and saying the world vampire would be too much all at once.
That obviously wasn't what either of their parents had been expecting to hear and first he saw their faces register shock and then disbelief and worry.
"You don't really believe that do you, Bill?" his step-father asked.
Now his parents seemed to think he was having delusions and he gave a short little laugh. This was not going how he would have liked it to.
"I'm not delusional," he said, glancing at Tom, "honestly, he is that old even though he looks about thirty."
Both his mother and step-father looked to Tom as if Tom was going to be the voice of reason.
"If Bill's delusional then so am I," Tom said and sat down. "This is why meeting him changed everything; it's not every day you find out the universe doesn't quite work the way people have told you it does."
"No one can live for that long," their mother said as if she was trying to convince them.
"Vampires can," Bill said quietly.
He watched their parents swap worried glances.
"Vampires aren't real," their step-father said and seemed to be attempting to be very gentle but firm about it.
"Been there, thought that," Tom said in a no nonsense tone.
"Tom, whatever you think you've seen," when his mother started to say that Bill knew the time for words was over.
There was only one way their parents would ever believe them and he felt for his vampire nature.
"People can be very clever," their mother was still talking.
"Mum," he said and his step-father looked at him, eyes going wide, but his mother was still concentrating on Tom. "Mum," he said again, a little louder this time and she finally turned to him. "Vampires exist, mum."
Under his glowing gaze his mother's face lost all colour and she stared at him in disbelief. When she wobbled and began to pitch out of the chair she was perched on the front of, Bill moved before he thought about it. He caught his mother before she could hit the ground and placed her back in the chair, much more worried about her than anything else. He had never seen his mother faint before and it scared the crap out of him.
"Mum, are you okay?" he asked anxiously. "I'm sorry."
He held his mother gently in the chair and looked into her face as she blinked, recovering slowly. When he thought she was stable enough, he let go of her shoulders and just crouched there. Eventually his mother reached out slowly and gently cupped the side of his face as if reaffirming that he was really there. He had let the vampire fade in his panic and he didn't know what to do now.
"My little boy," his mother said quietly.
"It's not bad, mum," he promised faithfully, "all the legends and stuff aren't true. I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry."
For a while it was like time had stopped as he waited for his mother to react.
"Show me again, sweetheart," she said eventually, "please."
It was not what Bill was expecting, but after a moment of surprise he did as he was asked. His mother's face was very beautiful to vampire eyes, all bright and almost shining in the morning sunlight and he let her look at him. He even opened his mouth slightly to reveal just a hint of his fangs.
"Yesterday at the concert I wasn't trying out a new look," he said quietly since the news of the whole vampire fangs and eyes had been everywhere and his parents knew about it, "I kind of got stuck so I had to sing like this."
"I can see why the girls went crazy," his mother said quietly with a tiny smile. "Bill, Bill, Bill, what have you been up to?"
He let the vampire fade again then and couldn't help blushing; there was no way he was telling his mother exactly how this had come about.
"Oh," she said as if reading his mind, "this mystery man must have been very special indeed."
Bill couldn't look his mother in the eyes after that.
"I just need to know one thing," she said, which made him look up again even though he didn't want to; "are you happy with this?"
Bill nodded. His mother sat forward and placed a kiss on his forehead.
"That's okay then," she said quite simply. "But now I want to know what happened this weekend. Every time I've seen you both since you came back from England there's been something off, but now you seem to be back on track. You haven't been arguing behind everyone's backs because of this have you."
Once again Bill was amazed as how perceptive his mother was. They had hardly been at home recently and yet she had noticed everything. Georg and Gustav he could understand; they were with them most of the time, but they had spent very little time with their parents since he had been bitten, what with promoting the new album and everything.
"What's been off is that we were different," Tom said before Bill could formulate a reply; "we're not anymore."
Bill stood up slowly to stand next to Tom, a united front.
"So you're both...?" their step-father asked.
Bill gave a small nod.
"I made Bill agree to make me like him," Tom said, clearly trying to take all the blame.
"Different doesn't work for us," Bill added, not wanting this to be all on Tom's head, "I didn't take much convincing; not for something so..."
He wasn't quite sure what word to use.
"Fundamental," Tom finished for him.
"At least that I understand," their mother said evenly.
Their parents shared a look and took each other's hands before both turning back to look at them. Bill saw acceptance in the gazes looking at him.
"We'd like it if you would both explain this to us," their mother said and held out her free hand to Bill who was closest.
"We would like to understand everything," their dad agreed and held out his hand to Tom.
[All of it then,] Bill said silently.
[All of it,] Tom agreed.
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The explanation had been long and difficult in places, but Bill had been amazed at how understanding their parents had been. The day had been hectic since the band had been headed on the road again before lunch, but their parents had sent them off with hugs and smiles as usual. The trip was only for a few days to film their next video on location, do some interviews across the country and some signings for their last single, but it still meant piling into the van and checking into a hotel and making sure everything was ready. It wasn't until dinner that any of them had a chance to stop again and Bill dove into the pizza in front of him ravenously.
"Bill, where exactly did the vampire come from?" David asked when he finally paused his assault on the Italian food.
For a moment his mind flicked to thinking that David might have found out the truth before he realised that David was talking about the concert. He coughed and took a drink while trying to figure out a reply.
"He lost a bet," Georg said smoothly with a broad grin. "I bet Bill that his name would be the first we heard shouted when we reached the venue and he reckoned it would be Tom or me. I have a friend who does special effects and we agreed the one of us who lost would be vamped out to rile up the home fans."
Bill tried not to stare as Georg lied directly to David's face for him.
"Well it definitely did that," David replied in a manner that seemed pleased rather than anything else, "the fanbase seems to have gone nuts for the new look. How would you feel about using it occasionally?"
"Um," Bill said while rapidly going over the ramifications in his head.
Gackt had not seemed worried that he had done a concert with fangs so he didn't see that as a problem and as long as he was careful no one would find out that it wasn't a gimmick. He mulled it over.
"Okay," he said eventually, "but not too often, I don't want to over do it."
"Of course," David said with a grin; "keeping the fans begging for it will work much better anyway."
Bill rolled his eyes and went back to his pizza; he just hoped the whole vampire thing wouldn't attract too many crazies, or real vampires for that matter.
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Bill had been meaning to talk to Gustav all day, he really had, but there had never been the opportunity so when Tom dragged Georg off to the bar and gave him a mental shove he took the hint.
"Wanna watch some TV?" he asked as the two of them headed for their rooms.
"Sure," Gustav replied without reacting as if Bill might have an ulterior motive at all; "your room or mine?"
"Mine's closer," Bill said as they came to his door.
Gustav gave him a small smile and indicated that he should lead on, so he pushed the keycard into the door and let them in. Once inside, he threw his jacket over the desk chair, kicked off his shoes, opened the cabinet with the TV, picked up the remote and threw himself onto the bed.
"Pay per view or bog standard channels?" he asked, hoping that he would work up the courage to broach the subject of sex if they really did watch a bit of TV.
"You could try the adult channel if you're that nervous," Gustav said perfectly calmly and sat down on the other side of the bed.
Bill just put the remote down on his lap and looked at his friend.
"That obvious, huh?" he asked.
He was rewarded with a big smile for that comment.
"You don't do subtle," Gustav said as the smile morphed into a grin, "and you've been trying to get me alone all day."
Gustav had a very cute grin, Bill suddenly wished more people got to see it, but their drummer tended to reserve it for when the camera was not on.
"Well Tom's been pointing out all day that if I don't take you up on your offer I'm probably going to be celibate until my vampire breaks out and pins the first person I meet to an available surface, so I have an excuse," he replied, mentally trying to work out how they were going to do this. "Do you have any idea what those mental images can do to a sex starved vampire."
"No," Gustav said, "but I think I'm probably about to find out."
That wiped away any remaining humour in Bill; this wasn't just about joking around, this was serious.
"Do we really want to do this?" he asked, needing to know that neither of them was going to back out.
"As long as you promise me that you're not going to go and turn this into something it isn't," Gustav said, also sobering, "I don't see any reason why not. I find you attractive and you're so strung out I could probably look like Quasimodo and you wouldn't care. We can have some fun and solve your problem in the process."
"For the record, I find you attractive too," Bill said honestly, "now that I'm looking at you in that light. Don't ever let me hear you putting yourself down."
Gustav just shrugged at that and Bill made a mental note to do something about his friend's self-esteem, which seemed a little lacking at the moment. No one in the band was allowed to feel like they were worth less than the others no matter what the press seemed to think. He wondered if he could get Gustav a magazine spread of his own in the near future or something like that, something where Gustav could shine without having to worry about the others.
"You look intense," Gustav said, breaking him out of his train of thought, "anything going on in your head I should know about?"
"No," Bill said, banishing the thoughts for another time, "just planning."
"You, planning?" Gustav said with mock shock; "we're all in trouble."
Bill gave Gustav a look for that comment. Yes he often went with instinct, but he was capable of putting a plan together when he wanted to. They sat there for a while as the silence became more awkward.
"Maybe it would be better if I put on some porn," Bill suggested in the end, "get us in the mood."
"Could do," Gustav replied with a shrug, "or we could just try making out for a while and see where that takes us."
Bill looked at the remote that was now back in his hand and then tossed it onto the sofa in the corner of the room.
"Kissing I can do," he said and crawled over the distance between himself and Gustav.
For a moment he paused, not sure how to start, but then he decided to just dive in. Still on hands and knees, he leant forward and placed his lips on Gustav's. Gustav kissed back almost straight away and Bill felt a tongue ghost over his lips pretty soon after that. One thing he had had practice at was kissing and so he let himself sink into the experience, opening his mouth and letting Gustav taste him properly. When a hand snaked up under his shirt, ghosting over his skin and then reaching behind him to pull him down, he went with a purr. Gustav was a good kisser and his friend definitely knew what to do with his hands as well.
Everything was going fine as they kissed and carefully groped each other on the bed, that was until Gustav moved from Bill's lips to his neck. Bill moaned as Gustav gently nipped at his neck. feeling the blood rushing from his head to other parts of his anatomy. It seemed his neck was very sensitive to such ministrations these days and he rubbed himself against Gustav like a cat in ecstasy. He was definitely aroused now and he could feel the sexual energy coming from Gustav, who seemed to be enjoying himself as well.
That was when his vampire came out to play and he felt his senses heighten and his fangs descend. He nuzzled Gustav's neck, kissing the pale skin and sensing the blood rushing through the vein just under the skin. He didn't feel hunger, but he did feel need and he found that he wanted to bite; he wanted it very badly. For long seconds he was fixated and then he realised what he was doing and pushed himself away before he could lose control completely.
He found himself sitting on his arse at the back corner of the bed, breathing hard and trying his best not to follow the urge to close the gap back over the bed and pounce on Gustav. He wasn't quite sure if he wanted to shag or be shagged, but he definitely wanted to bite along the way and he knew that was one of the things Gustav had forbidden.
"Sorry," he apologised, trying very hard to put his vampire back where it belonged.
It was almost as difficult as at the concert, but there was no underlying sexual tension from several thousand teenagers, just him and Gustav so he eventually managed it.
[Bill, is something wrong?] Tom's voice sounded in his head.
[Vampire came out to play,] Bill replied quickly, [think I have it under control now.]
[You sure?] Tom asked carefully.
[Yeah,] he replied, feeling in control again, [thanks.]
"You wanted to bite me?" Gustav sounded curious rather than anything else, which was at least one thing.
Bill looked down, blushing as he did so; he couldn't exactly deny it.
"Sorry," he apologised again, "I ... um ... I think it was the whole neck thing."
When he looked back up Gustav just gave a small shrug.
"No necking," Gustav said calmly, "got it."
Bill didn't bother hiding the fact that he was surprised by that; sometimes Gustav's whole attitude to the world mystified him. In his friend's place he wasn't sure he'd be so calm. When Gustav gave him a come here look, he slowly moved and soon found himself into another embrace.
This time they kissed for longer and then Gustav pushed him down on the bed and began undoing his shirt and kissing across his chest. It was very nice indeed and he was purring again very quickly and this time he had Gustav pinned on the bed with him leaning over his companion before he caught himself. He pushed himself away and off the bed completely this time; it had been so close and he realised that thanks to his abstinence his control was completely crap.
Wrapping his arms around himself he walked away from the bed, desperately dragging what was left of his will to his control. It was even harder to force his vampire nature away this time and it was beginning to dawn on him that he might not be able to do this.
[Bill?] Tom's enquiry was not far behind his loss of control.
[Happened again,] Bill said without needing to be prompted; [I don't know if I can do this without biting someone.]
It was what he was honestly thinking and he had no idea what he could do about it.
[Maybe you should ring Gackt again,] Tom suggested; [I can feel your need from down here.]
Bill would have replied, but a hand on his shoulder made him turn. Gustav was standing just behind him regarding him very seriously.
"You really need to bite, don't you?" Gustav said thoughtfully.
Bill nodded.
"I think I do, yes," he replied with a nod; "I'm sorry."
"If you bite someone won't they become a vampire too?" Gustav asked with a frown.
It was only then that it occurred to Bill that he and Tom hadn't really explained a great deal the previous day. Gustav had no idea what to think in this situation.
"No," Bill said simply, "to make another vampire we have to drink and then feed them our blood. A bite is just a bite."
"What about disease?" Gustav sounded genuinely interested.
"Can't get any, can't carry any," he replied with complete honesty.
The vampire metabolism worked in such a different way that natural organisms couldn't survive the contact.
"Oh," Gustav said and turned back to the bed.
Bill watched his friend walk away.
[Bill?] Tom mentally prodded him.
[Hmm, I'll get back to you, Tom,] he told his twin, [I'm not sure what's going on.]
Gustav sat down on the bed and looked up at him.
"Does it hurt?" Gustav asked.
There was a glimmering of light at the end of the tunnel and Bill began walking towards it.
"For a moment," he said, not wanting to be anything by honest, "but then it's almost like sex, well in my limited experience that's the nearest I can think of."
Now it was Gustav who looked surprised.
"Really?" was the next question.
Bill nodded.
"It's called a soul link and it happens when a vampire bites someone else," he decided he needed to explain. "It allows a connection and the pleasure is shared. Drinking blood is ... umm ... euphoric."
Gustav appeared slightly dubious for a moment and then seemed to accept that.
"And you really need to bite me?" his friend asked in a very straightforward tone.
"My vampire side is a little out of control," Bill admitted, somewhat embarrassed about it; "I should be able to separate the two, but I don't think I can at the moment."
Gustav appeared to think about this for a while as well.
"Then bite me," Gustav finally decided in what seemed to be a logical manner.
For a moment Bill just stood there and processed that for a while.
"You mean it?" he asked eventually.
Gustav looked at him levelly for that question; Gustav rarely said anything he didn't mean. Bill smiled sheepishly for having asked the question and when Gustav patted the bed he walked over and sat down.
"Shall we start again?" he asked, fiddling with his fingers as he felt suddenly nervous again.
"That sound like a good plan," Gustav said, taking one of his hands so he couldn't play anymore, "and this time, don't stop yourself."
Bill took a deep breath and tried to recapture what he had been feeling before his vampire side had decided to intervene and then he turned to Gustav and leant in.
"But it better be as good as you said," Gustav decided to say just before they kissed and Bill found himself giggling rather than kissing.
At least he did know that it was as good as he'd said. When Gustav grabbed him and shoved him backwards, he went, still giggling; he only stopped when Gustav started kissing him passionately. It didn't take either of them long to find the mood again and when Gustav moved on to his neck again, Bill knew it wouldn't be long before his vampire came out to play. His passion rose and then his gums were aching and his senses were spiking and he had their positions reversed and Gustav pinned beneath him in a moment.
It was completely instinctive to bite and his fangs slid into Gustav's flesh like knives into hot butter. Gustav grunted in pain once, but that noise changed the moment blood hit Bill's tongue and he felt the incredible rush that always came with feeding, felt the connection bloom and he pushed it at Gustav. Being a drummer, Gustav was strong and Bill found himself almost pushed off when Gustav arched underneath him. He drank for what seemed like forever, but couldn't have been more thank thirty seconds or so and then his brain all but exploded as he felt the soul link flare and Gustav shuddered from head to foot before collapsing back on to the bed, limp.
It took Bill a moment longer to withdraw his fangs from Gustav's neck, licking the wounds to begin the rapid healing process. When he pulled back, Gustav was breathing hard and staring at him with his mouth open. Bill knew the feeling from both sides and he spent a good few seconds putting his head back together before he dared move any further.
[Was that what I think it was?] Tom's mental voice sounded a bit dazed. [Did you just bite, Gustav?]
[Yeah,] Bill replied when he could form coherent thought, [he said I could. Did I project too much?]
[That's one way of putting it,] Tom told him, sounding a little disgruntled. [I don't know what Georg thinks is going on, but I had rather an interesting reaction so you and Gustav might want to come clean in the morning and tell him you're sleeping together. Either that or help him have me committed.]
[Sorry,] Bill apologised; he seemed to be doing rather a lot of that this evening.
Tom didn't reply verbally, but Bill hoped the vague feeling he was given in return was forgiveness.
"Okay?" he asked Gustav when his friend didn't move.
Gustav looked at him with a very level stare.
"I just came in my underwear," Gustav sounded shocked and somewhere between satisfied and horrified.
Gustav looked so perplexed that it amused Bill almost to the point of laughing, but with a Herculean effort he managed to keep a straight face. He wasn't sure whether to apologise or feel inordinately pleased with himself.
"Um," he said, not really sure how to reply to his friend's last statement; "the bathroom's through there and there's a spare robe on the back of the door."
Still looking rather dazed, Gustav sat up and then pushed himself off the bed and walked rather gingerly towards the bathroom. Bill just watched him go and wondered if a study of two, as in himself and Gustav, was proof enough that vampire bites were always orgasmic between sexual partners or if it was just coincidence.
He was still thinking about it when Gustav reappeared from the bathroom in a white fluffy robe with his clothes nearly rolled under one arm. Thankfully Gustav had lost the dazed look and seemed more pleased than anything else.
"Okay," Gustav said, putting the clothes down on the sofa and walking back to the bed, "you were right about the biting, but we're going to have to wait a bit now to do anything else."
Bill grinned at that; at least Gustav didn't seem embarrassed about the whole thing.
"We have all night," he pointed out cheerfully; "no hurry. Since we're waiting though, I'll just take the opportunity to use the bathroom."
On impulse he kissed Gustav on the nose as he bounced past and then flicked the bathroom door shut with his foot. Then he set about making sure he was ready for what he hoped was to come. When he was finished he threw on the second robe, shoved the condoms and the lube Tom had bought him a while back into the robe pocket and walked back into the bedroom.
"What was the whole kiss on the nose thing?" Gustav asked as Bill walked over towards the bed.
"You're cute," he replied with a smile and plopped down onto the mattress beside his friend, "so I gave in to an impulse. Don't worry, I'm not about to fall madly in love with you, but I'd like you to know I do love you. You're one of my three best friends."
Gustav gave him one of the 'I'm processing that' looks.
"You are such a girl," was the final verdict.
For once, that made Bill laugh.
"I hope not, or this is going to go very differently than I was hoping," he said and flopped back onto the bed.
"Well if you're naked under there I can always check, just to make sure," Gustav said, flopping back beside him and grinning evilly.
"Your seduction technique needs work," Bill responded and stuck out his tongue.
"You're easy," Gustav told him, leaning up on one arm and over him, "who needs technique."
Bill would have replied, but Gustav shut him up with a kiss and he didn't resist when Gustav went for the belt of his bathrobe. He'd become hard just thinking about what they were going to be doing when he had been in the bathroom so when Gustav pushed aside the robe there was a healthy erection waiting. It seemed that their drummer was anything but shy in the bedroom as Bill found himself pushed into the bed and Gustav's fingers wrapping around his cock.
He could have arched up into the touch; he was quite strong enough to move Gustav's weight these days, but he liked the feeling of being pinned down, so he just moaned into the kiss. When Gustav kissed down his neck, he felt his vampire nature rising to the surface again, but his other side already had part of what it needed and was being given the rest, so he could control it. His eyes fell closed as his companion played and he only opened them again when he felt Gustav sitting up slightly, letting the vampire glow flash to the surface briefly as his arousal spiked.
"You know just how beautiful you are, don't you, Bill," Gustav said, leaning close and whispering. "I've thought about fucking you before, lying in my bunk in the tour bus with the curtains closed, wanking silently. Now I have you in my reach and I'm going to enjoy every moment."
About all Bill could reply was a throaty moan as Gustav squeezed him almost hard enough to hurt. When Gustav said things, Bill automatically believed his friend and he liked this sexual side to Gustav. When Gustav employed his voice his friend definitely knew how to use it.
"If you keep doing that," Bill said breathlessly as Gustav stroked him firmly, "I'm not going to last long."
"You can come whenever you like," Gustav said in a low tone, "but I'm still going to fuck you through the mattress."
Bill bit his own lip to stop himself losing it there and then.
"Who knew you were so demanding in the bedroom," he managed a comeback; it wasn't a great one, but he gave himself points for trying.
"You're taller, faster and stronger than me," Gustav said with another wicked smile, "so I thought we'd set the ground rules before we begin properly."
There was a strange logic to that which was so very Gustav and Bill let his eyes flash again, but nodded as well.
"Okay," he agreed.
"I assume you have supplies," Gustav said, still working him agonisingly slowly.
"Right pocket," Bill just about managed to say.
Then suddenly Gustav wasn't touching him anymore.
"Hands and knees," his companion said, "please."
It was only then that Bill realised Gustav had retrieved the condoms and lube and was now holding them; it was a little worrying that he didn't seem to remember his friend doing that. Shaking off the disorientation he decided to get into the spirit of things and slowly stood up. Giving his shoulders a seductive shrug he let the robe fall to the floor and then he climbed onto the bed and languidly stretched before moving into the requested position.
"This okay?" he asked and looked at Gustav under his arm and down the length of his body.
"Oh yeah," was Gustav's response and Bill scored himself another point in whatever game they were playing.
He watched as Gustav slowly shed his own bathrobe and then climbed onto the bed behind him. He closed his eyes again as Gustav boldly ran a hand over his arse and down between his legs to take hold of his cock again. That was the clincher; his friend was definitely trying to kill him. Gustav didn't appear to be in the mood to mess around either because Bill soon felt a slick finger moving against his entrance. He bit his lip again as the finger was pushed inside and moaned quietly.
"Moan louder for me, Bill," Gustav requested quietly, "no one can hear us in here."
Gustav was nowhere near as practiced as Bill remembered Gackt being, but there was something to be said for enthusiasm and Bill found himself doing as he was asked when Gustav found his prostate. It might have been an accident the first time, but Gustav was a fast learner and the second and third time Bill knew that the intimate touches were definitely deliberate. He managed to put up with it for another couple of passes, but it was too much too fast.
"Please," he said as he panted, "no more."
Gustav didn't say anything, just changed the angle being used and then Bill felt another finger being added and he urged his muscles to relax. It wasn't long before another finger was added and Bill knew he was ready and he pushed back against Gustav's hand to make his point. This wasn't about games anymore it was about sensation and Bill thought he and Gustav were on the same page about that.
There was a moment when Bill lost all contact with Gustav and all he could do was wait impatiently. His vampire was very close to the surface, close enough so that his senses were higher than normal and the noise of a condom wrapper being opened was very loud as far as he was concerned. He could almost see Gustav in his mind's eye rolling on the protective sheath as he heard ever millimetre of movement. Technically they didn't need the condom and Bill almost said something, but he knew Gustav was a child of the nineties like him and was too well trained in safe sex to be comfortable without it and he held himself back.
The sound of lube being applied to latex almost killed him, but then Gustav was moving in behind him and he groaned in gratitude as Gustav slowly pushed into him. His body was tight; he wasn't exactly used to this, but his muscles gave with only minor pain as his vampire nature demanded sex and forced his body to adjust accordingly. Finally he heard Gustav reacting as well and his lover was breathing hard by the time they were skin to skin.
Bill felt very full and he knew he had every inch of Gustav, but now he wanted his lover to move. He flexed his hips slightly, causing Gustav to groan deeply, and Gustav seemed to get the message. Bill felt Gustav pull out about half way and then push slowly back in and every moment was divine. This was what he needed and Bill felt his human nature and vampire nature coming into line and he sank into the experience completely.
Gustav gradually began to move faster, pushing into him harder, and Bill braced his body and took everything on offer. He had perfect trust that his lover would not hurt him and he reached for the pleasure and release that was soon within his grasp. When Gustav changed angle, proving that his reaction to his prostate being stimulated had not been forgotten, Bill curled his fingers into the sheets. Gackt had told him he was responsive and Gustav was doing a very good job of pushing all the right buttons. All Gustav had to do was touch his cock, reaching round to take hold of him and he was coming.
He shuddered out his completion, not caring how noisy he was being and he felt Gustav speed up even more. As his body clenched and unclenched Gustav pounded into him and then his friend was moaning and shaking, buried in him to the hilt. It was wonderful; it was what he needed and he barely managed to keep his arms straight as the trail end of his orgasm threatened to take away sensible motor control.
As soon as Gustav pulled out, he fell onto his side and just lay there, doing his best to remember how to breathe. Bill already knew he liked sex and it was at times like this he wished he wasn't so picky about partners. He only hoped Gustav was as satisfied as he was, because he really fancied doing the whole sex thing again, possibly soon. Gustav collapsed onto his back on the bed a little way from Bill and they looked at each other. Bill couldn't help the grin that made its way onto his face.
"That was fun," he said with no trace of guilt whatsoever.
"Yeah," Gustav agreed with an answering grin, "it was."
"We should do it again sometime," Bill decided he might as well broach the subject now so they both knew where they stood.
"We should," Gustav agreed with a nod. "How often do you think you might need my services?"
Bill thought about that, since, even though the question was asked in a light tone, it could be rather important. He remembered when the urges had really started to kick in after his encounter with Gackt.
"Once a week?" he didn't want to push his friend if that was too often, but Gustav grinned in response.
"I think we can manage that," his friend told him and Bill smiled back.
There was nothing quite like a consensus of opinion and Bill rolled onto his back feeling very content. This was working out far better than he could ever have expected. The depths of Gustav would never cease to amaze him. He felt much better than he had done in weeks and the danger he had felt lurking under the surface, but which he had been ignoring, was almost completely gone.
"I think Tom might have a rival for the 'sex god' title," he said, enjoying the afterglow and grinning at Gustav.
"Nah," Gustav replied, "he can keep it. Being the mysterious one is much more my style."
"I think drummers are supposed to be mysterious," Bill agreed with a nod; "that way you get a cult following. I think I'll be a founding member."
Gustav seemed to find that really funny and Bill found himself laughing along. They were quite a pair really and Bill found that he wasn't worried about sex at all anymore.
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Bill heard the door open and looked up to see Tom quietly entering his room. He'd almost been asleep, since Gustav had left an hour or so previously, but that final drift into complete dreams had been elusive and he was glad Tom was there. At least their problem seemed to be easing, even if it hadn't completely gone away yet. He felt the final tension leave him as Tom slipped into the bed and their shins bumped each other and he relaxed, ready to finally sleep properly.
[Just for future reference,] Tom's voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
[Hmm,] he replied, more than a little asleep.
[Going out in public while the other one is having sex,] Tom told him; [really not a good idea. At least not until we have this whole telepathy thing figured out a bit more.]
Bill opened his eyes at that and looked across to Tom in the dark; his brother's face was very serious.
[Oh,] he replied, [okay.]
He would have asked exactly what had happened to Tom, but his twin rolled over and pulled up the duvet, which was a clear sign the conversation was over. Making a mental note to ask in the morning, he turned on his side as well and shuffled towards Tom so that they were touching. He fell asleep with some worryingly lurid mental images.
The End