Oh snaps it's Zombie porn!

lolli_kitty @ 2007-04-26T01:06:00

2007-04-26T05:09:52Z

One-Shot Fan Fiction.

[R+18 Slash fiction]
Disclaimer: This story is intended solely for entertainment purposes. I do not claim these characters as my own.

The car rolled to a stop, dead.
Did this have to happen now?
Bill sat in his seat, staring out the windows. Rain splashed down with a soft patter-patter sound. It was bright, twilight almost, rather odd seeing as it was raining rather hard. Bill had to wipe away the fog forming on the window. He was stuck. In the middle of God knows where. He wiped the window again. From what he could tell, he was on the outskirt of some small town. This struck him as odd, because he was just in a big city.
And how the hell did I get in this car, out in the middle of nowhere?!
He opened his door, practically kicking it. He got out and looked around again. Behind him was now a giant golden-yellow field.
What the fuck happened to the road?
Bill was seconds from going insane.
You know what? Whatever. I just wanna find a phone or something and call someone to come and get me.
His first thought's were to call Tom. But he didn't know where Tom was. Hell, he didn't know where he was. He started walking towards the town, hoping to find a sign or something to tell him his location. He had no such luck. After walking a few blocks, he started to get a rather bad feeling about this place. There were cars, lots them parked here and there.
But no people.
Not anywhere, not walking on the streets, not in any of the buildings he passed by. It creeped him out. Was this some abandoned town perhaps? No, alot of the cars looked new. Some of the buildings even had a light or two on. He spotted a restaurant through the fog and ran over to it. The big neon light in the window marked 'open' was on and humming. He stepped inside. The smell of old air and rotten foods filled his nostrils. He gagged. Pulling his soaking shirt up over his mouth and nose he continued on farther into the restaurant. A thick film of dust covered everything in sight. Maybe this town really is abandoned.
But why are lights on in buildings?
Maybe a few homeless people have taken up shelter in them? A paper on the counter caught his attention. He picked it up. The date of the paper was marked June 16th, 2oo7.
That' can't be right. That's today's date.
He read scanned the front page of the paper.
So this town isn't abandoned. Then why is everything so dusty and unkempt?
I tossed the paper down, a small cloud of dust erupted from the impact. He was determined to figure out what was going now. There was a rustling sound on the opposite side of the counter as Bill. He paused, almost afraid to know what it was. He brushed his urge to leave aside and slowly and as quietly as possible walked around to the otherside.
He felt a surge of relief to find that it was nothing more than a mouse. He stomped his foot and made the mouse run away. Behind him he heard the diner door close shut. He whirled around. Nobody was there. Nobody was anywhere. Bill fought the urge to scream. Just what was going on here? Was he going mad? He headed for the door, and froze a few feet away from it. There were foot prints. Not just his, but another set. Leading out the door.
That's crazy. Nobody was in here except for me. ...Right?
He shuddered, thoroughly ready to be out of this place. He exited the restaurant and stood under the small awning, also not wanting to be in the rain again just yet. He peered out into the fog. It had gotten denser than before. No he couldn't see anything farther than a few feet. Bill finally got tired of staring into nothing, and stepped out on the sidewalk. He pulled his leather jacket up around his ears, a rather pointless gesture by this point in time. He began walking back the way he came. He thought that maybe there might be a cell phone in the car, or by some chance the car would miraculously start. The walk back seemed longer than it should have, and Bill was freezing by the time he reached the first building he had passed. He walked by the building, his hopes of a cell phone growing with each step. And then it died. The car was gone. Just gone. No trace left of it at all. Come to think of it, he didn't pass by any cars on the way back, either. Had this been a normal situation, this would have concerned Bill, but it didn't. He just felt angry, full of despair.
I just want to get home.
He heard a noise behind him. Laughter. He whirled around, looking into the fog for the source of the laughter. He couldn't see anything.
"Hello? Is someone there?"
The voice laughed again. This time it was closer, almost as if he were to reach a hand out into the fog he could touch the person.
"Hello?" Bill said again.
The voice only laughed once more. Bill took a small step forward. The voice stopped laughing, and Bill could here the splash footsteps, as if someone were running away. He took off, following the sounds of the person in front of him.
"Wait!" He yelled, "Don't go!"
The footsteps were gone. Swallowed up by the rain and fog. Bill stopped, gasping for breath. The fog around him cleared for moment, and he saw someone, a young man, standing in a window, watching him. He bolted towards the bulding, the fog closing around him. He nearly collided with the window. His heart once again sank. There was no person. Only a store mannequin, advertising some brand-name clothing line for the store. He stared longingly at the mannequin. It looked real though. Almost too real. He tapped the glass, a last attempt to make sure it wasn't really some person just pretending. He'd give anything to come in contact with a real person at this moment. He felt so isolated. So alone.
Is this some punishment? Am I meant to spend the rest of my life stuck in this ghost town, alone?
He knew he wasn't alone though. Someone was there, just a few feet away from him earlier. If only they hadn't run away. Bill decided he'd try to find a way out of this town. He started walking in no particular direction. At this point, Bill didn't care where he ended up, just as long as it was as far from this place as possible. Maybe find a main road or something that would lead to him another town. A town with people. The more Bill walked, the more convinced he was trapped in the town. He'd been wandering around in the rain for what seemed like hours, and yet, it was still just as bright as when he was sitting in the car, staring at the small town and cursing the car for breaking down. He wished he had never gotten out of that car now. The road he followed suddenly stopped. A movie theatre stood at the end of the road. Bill shrugged.
Why not? I've got nothing better to do.
He passed through the door. The same smell of stale air was here as well. He wandered about the theatre, entering a screening room finally. A movie was playing, something he had never seen before. Something old, black and white, faded out sounds. The movie caught his interest, and stood there, watching it, not paying attention to the shadowy figures standing up one by one from seats spread across the room. A laughing voice snapped Bill back into focus. He peered out into the rows of seats. He couldn't see anybody. A movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. It was a person, running down the rows of seats. Bill jogged down the aisles as well. The figure dropped down behind a row of chairs. Bill turned and stared down the aisle. It was too dark to see anything. A pang of fear suddenly hit him and he couldn't move. It felt as though he was being watched, in every direction. Being watched by something bad. The voice laughed again. Bill hadn't realized how utterly creepy it sounded until just then.
"H-hello?" He half-whispered.
Hands. Hundreds of hands shot out at him from the rows of chairs all around him. The grabbed at Bill, pushing and pulling him towards the place the voice was laughing. from. Bill fought, trying to get away, but everytime he'd knock a hand away, more would shoot out and grab him. Closer and closer he inched toward the seats. The voice was now shrieking in delight. Bill flung himself as hard as he could away from the hands. He broke free for and instant and tried to run. A hand caught hold of his ankle and pulled him back hard, causing him to fall. A dozen more hands began to grab his legs and drag him backwards. He clawed at the ground, trying to grab hold of something and get away. Only the overly used carpet passed through his fingers. His kicking legs were already disappearing into the row of seats. In his last attempt, Bill cried out, hoping someone, anyone would come to his rescue. And they did. There was a beam of light, coming from over Bill. He could make out a person holding a flashlight, pushing into the tangle of arms, trying to get Bill free. The person began to hit the arms with flashlight a few hands released their grasp on Bill to swat the the new assailant. The person finally dropped the flashlight and bent down, grabbing Bill under the arms and draggin him away from the thing in the seats. When the two were far enough away, the person grabbed Bill up, helping him to his feet.
"Who are you?" Bill asked in a panicked voice.
There was no time for an aswer. The thing screamed a scream so loud and disgusting it caused Bill to nearly fall again. The person held him steady, grabbing his arm and heading for the fire escape at the left of the movie screen. More hands began to reach out and grab at the two, but they weren't successful in stopping them. Both Bill and his rescuer burst out the escape door, both hitting the ground hard. The unknown rescuer then turned around and slammed the door immediately, leaning against it as fist beat on the door, the voice screaming in anger from the other side. Bill pulled his knees up to his chest, hugging them tightly. He had never been more terrified for his life than that. The pounding on the door subsided.
"What was that?" Bill finally asked, staring off into space.
"No one's ever given it a name," The person replied.
Bill looked up. The person who had saved him was a boy, not much older than him, he supposed.
"I'm Bill, what's your name?"
"Vincent." The other boy replied.
Everything about him seemed so, familiar to Bill.
But why? I've never met him before in my life.
Then it him. The mannequin. He looked exactly like the mannequin from the window.
"You really were a person!" Bill exclaimed, "Why didn't you say anyting?"
Vincent looked at him puzzled.
"What are you talking about?"
"Back at the store. I saw you in the window. I thought you were a mannequin because you didn't move or anything."
Vincent's expression never changed.
"I have no clue what you're talking about... Look, it's not safe to stay here. We need to get out of here. Out of this town as quickly as possible."
Vincent got to his feet, holding out a hand to help Bill up. Bill took his hand and pulled himself up. Neither let go of the other once they were standing. Bill let Vincent lead him out and through the town, supposing he knew how to get out of here better than he did. Bill had no clue where they were. He could barely make out the outlines of tall buildings through the rain and fog, but nothing more. Every now and then, he would hear a noise off in the fog, which terrified him. He kept as close to Vincent as possible. Vincent began running, dragging Bill along behind him. He turned and rand down a small alleyway. They stopped about halfway down it, Vincent leaning against the side of a red brick building.
"What are we stopping for?" Bill asked.
"At the end of this alley is the way out of here."
"Then let's go!" Bill's voice full of excitement and relief.
"I can't."
"But why? It's not more than 2o feet away."
"I can't leave this place, Bill"
Bill sank to the ground, tears welling in his eyes. Vincent kneeled down, placing his hand on Bill's shoulder. Bill lunged forward, pushing Vincent back against the wall and clinging tightly to him, sobbing.
"Please don't leave me. I don't want to be left alone."
Bill's voice was almost inaudible through the sobs. Vincent returned the hug before standing up, pulling Bill up with him. He stared into Bill's eyes.
"Bill, you don't have to worry, I'll always be with you."
Bill clung to him again, only this time he pressed his lips fiercely against Vincents. Vincent's arms slid up under Bill's jacket and shirt, running his fingers along his hips bones. Bill pressed his groin closer against Vincent, twirling wet strands of his hair with his fingers. Vincent pulled his mouth away from Bills, leaning farther in to gently bite on his earlobe. Bill let out a soft moan, his breath exhaling in a white mist. He clenched his hands, pulling on Vincent's hair shirt. Vincent began to slide his hands up Bill's stomach, dragging his nails along the soft skin. He stopped at his chest, tracing lines with his nails lightly. This was driving Bill mad, and he could already begin to feel the bloodflow growing in his groin. Vincent felt it too. He pressed close to Bill, rocking his hips back and forth slowly. Bill moaned again, reaching his down and grabbing at Vincent's shirt. Vincent released Bill's ear and straightened up, holding his arms for Bill. Bill peeled his shirt off, tossing it aside on a nearby cardboard box. Vincent then removed Bill's jacket and shirt, dropping them carelessy at his side. Next he ran his fingers along Bill's waist, slowly unbuttoning his pants. Bill shivered, not so much from the cold, as from the excitement. He caressed Vincent's neck as he tugged the clinging jeans and underwear down his legs. Bill then struggled to remove them the rest of way.
Damn shoes.
He removed them as well, which made it much easier to kick off his pants. His movements were jerky, sporratic. He couldn't control himself very well. His mind was more on the coming pleasure than how to maintain balance while undressing. He even had to grab hold of Vincent's arm to keep from falling as he kicked and pulled the last leg of his jeans off him. Once he was free of his pants, he went straight to work on removing Vincent's. His fingers fumbled with the button. The more he tried to get it, the harder it got. He got so frustrated at trying to un-do it that Vincent finally had to help. Bill was like an animal, ripping the zipper down as fast as he could. He bent down, pulling and tugging on Vincent's pants. It seemed he wasn't wearing anything undereath. They slid down slowly, bit by bit, almost as if they were refusing to let Bill have it easy. Finally his jeans were at his ankles. Vincent lifted on leg, and the other, Bill pulling removing the jeans each time. Bill didn't seem to notice that he hadn't been wearing any shoes, but he wouldn't have really cared most likely. Bill rested on his knees now, sliding his hands across Vincent's thighs. He let his hand wander up to Vincent's crotch, gingerly running his fingers along the shaft of Vincent's cock. He looked up at Vincent. His face was still as calm as it always was. He smiled at Bill, and Bill smiled back innocently, closing his hand around Vincent's member. He flicked his tongue across the head before wrapping his mouth around it, slowly bobbing his head back and forth. It was Vincent's turn to let out a soft moan as he leaned back against the brick wall. He placed a hand on Bill's hair, occasionally spinning a strand of hair between his fingers. Bill let his free hand roam free across Vincent's body, using his nails to leave scratch marks here and there. He removed Vincent's member from his mouth, grazing the skin lightly with his teeth as he did so. Still gripping him, he used his thumb to rub circular motions on the shaft.
Not a word was spoken the entire time.
Without a word, Bill let go of Vincent and stood up. The two looked at each other for a moment before switching places. Bill stood back away from the wall, facing it. He waited for Vincent's hands to bend him forward before moving. He placed his forearm against the wall for balance, letting his other hand sink down and touch himself. Vincent rubbed Bill's hips and ass before slipping his fingers down to Bill's fleshy and eager opening. One finger slid in and moved about. Another wriggled its way in. Bill closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. This was only the beginning of things to come.
And it already feels so damn good.
When Vincent was sure that Bill's hole had been stretched out enough, he re-moved his fingers. Gripping Bill's hip firmly with one hand, he slid his cock into Bill, pushing in all the way slowly. Bill winced, tears forming in his eyes. He shifted, hoping that maybe it help ease the sudden pain. Vincent pulled out a few inches and pushin back in. He did this a few times, keeping his grip on Bill. Nearly pulling all the way out, he thrust hard into Bill. Bill gasped, clenching the hand tightly that he had stroking himself. Vincent did another long thrust, then a series of short quick ones. Bill had to place both hands on the wall as he rocked his body against Vincent's. Bill opened his mouth and moaned loudly. He lifted his up, allowing the rain to splash on his face. Vincent changed his motions, perfectly aiming his thrusts to rub and push against the small gland, causing Bill to moan and jerk uncontrollably. Bill's body tensed, as Vincent thrust hard and deep. He reached his hand back down and grapsed his member, pumping his hand up and down.
His thrusts were coming, faster and faster. His breathing came in gasps. He slid his hands up and grasped Bill's waist. Bill felt the build up hit its peak and release. One final pump of his arm and he felt the explosion of warm liquid trickle down his hand. Vincent continued with a few more thrust. With a loud moan, he came. He stood there, leaning on Bill for a few minutes before unclenching his hands and stepping away from Bill, pulling out slow and gently. There were small wounds were Vincent's fingernails had been. Bill turned to face Vincent, his eyelids were already growing heavy. They embraced in a hug before sitting down and leaning against the wall. Bill rested his head on Vincent's shoulder as he Vincent grabbed Bills jacket and wrapped around him.
"I love you" Was the last action Bill took before passing out.
The morning sun was bright. Bill opened his eyes and rubbed them. He was laying on a pile of clothes. He checked himself over. His clothes were one. They must have been Vincent's.
Where is Vincent?
He looked around. It was still a bit foggy, but he saw him, just outside the alleyway of the town. He smiled and stood up, stretching. He walked gingerly over to him.
"Did you sleep at all?"
Vincent didn't answer. He didn't even move. Bill frowned.
"Vincent?"
He reached out and touched his arm. It was cold, and didn't at all feel like skin. Bill walked around and faced him. What he saw caused his stomach to sink. It was Vincent, only, he was just a mannequin.
"Vincent... please say something."
Silence. Bill felt tears stream down his face. He reached up and ran a finger along his cheek. A line where Bill's fingers touched the mannequin formed, and began to flake away. The entire mannequin began to crack and chip, turning into dust and floating away into the fog. Bill collapsed, sobbing in great heaves. There was a familiar sound in the fog. A laughing voice. Bill froze in terror.

Bill shot up. His body was covered in a cold sweat. He peered about the dark room.
It was just a dream.
He flung the covers off and stumbled towards the bathroom. He flicked the light on, cringing at the intense pain it caused in his unfocused eyes. Bill stared into the mirror.
It was so real though...
He turned on the faucet and splashed some cool water onto his face. There was a pain in his side as he bent down to the sink. He lifted up his shirt to find out why. There were four scratch marks in the shape of nails in his side.
"What in the hell?"
His mind flashed back to his dream. His jaw dropped.
Was it just a dream?
He stood there, holding his shirt, staring into the mirror.

FANFICTIONLOL.

2007-02-20T21:12:47Z

Welly welly well. This is kind of my first actual fanfic. -excitement-

Forbidden Desires

Rating: Nc-17.
Warning: Explicit sexual content, language
Disclaimer: This story is purely fiction and intended for entertainment purposes only. I do not claim these characters as my own.

10, 9, 8, and I'm breaking away.
I'm all dressed up and I'm ready to play.

I pushed my way through the dancefloor crowd, scanning the faces. There were so many beautiful women here tonight.
I don't want any women, not tonight.
I strode up to the bar and took a seat. I sat there, staring out into the sea of faces. When, almost as if the crowd had parted just for him to pass, a rather attractive young man stepped through and walked up to the bar and stood beside me. He casually leaned onto the bar, propping himself up on his elbows, waiting for the bartender to acknowledge him.
"I'll have vodka." He said with smooth voice.
He continued to lean on the bar. I couldn't help but look him over, taking in his feminine features; slender frame, gorgeous full lips, eyes with thick black eyeliner and shimmery green eyeshadow, and a very nice ass... I looked at that more than once I'll admit. He looked over at me and a smile spread across his face. He straightened up and edged a little closer to me.
Caught your interest, did I?
"You're," He paused a moment, "You're Bill Kaulitz aren't you?"
"Yes, I am." I said with a sense of pride. "And you are?"
His smile widened.
"I'm Julian." He leaned a bit closer, "I don't know how to say this without it sounding like a line but... I'm really big fan of yours. Can I buy you a drink?"
My own mouth twisted into a smile.
This is it. He's the one I'm going fuck.

7, 6, 5, 4, and I'm all over you.

We had spent the next hour or so talking and buying each other drinks and talking some more. We pretty much talked about nothing but me, but I didn't care. Maybe it was just the alcohol talking, but every second I spent talking, the more mesmerized he became.
He put a hand on my thigh.
"You wanna go dance?"
His eyes stared directly into mine. I wasn't really sure if I could even stand properly, but again, I didn't care. This was a chance I had been waiting for. A chance to really start my Ulitmate Seduction plan.
And I'll be able to put my hands all over him.
I nodded my head. He stood up and took hold of my arm, leading me to a rather empty space on the dance floor. It was darker here, which was probably why he chose this spot. He stopped and turned around, facing me, and shortened the space between us, his left pushing up against mine. Slowly, we both began rocking our bodies back and forth to the beat of the music. The beat changed from a medium pace to a fast one. Everyone knows the only way to dance to a fast beat is body to body, right?
It's my turn to lead.
I grabbed his waist and pulled him close to me, placing both my hands on his hips. He, in turn, wrapped his arms around me, and for an instant, it was like we had blended into one. I pressed the side of my face against his, listening to him breath. I could smell the sweat that was beginning to form on him, mixed in with the tantalizing aroma of his hair. I breathed deep. This was more intoxicating than any drink the bartender could give me.
Before I knew what I was doing, I stopped my dancing, and was running my tongue along his neck, stopping to nibble bits every now and then.
I felt his arms tighten their grip on me. I must have hit a sensitive spot. His body shivered as he pressed his his head hard against mine. It was time to make my move.

Counting 3, 2, 1, and I'm having fun.

THUD went the bathroom door as Julian and I crashed through it. There were gasps and cries from the stunned women that had happened to be in there. I paid them no mind. It was like I had tunnel vision, and Julian was the only I could see.
There was another, more dull-sounding thud as Julian hit the back wall. I took no time to ask if he was alright. My lips pressed tight against his. He made a move to wrap his arms around my neck, but I was quick to maneuver and I pinned his arms above his head, smiling at my triumph over him.
I'm in control here.
I bit his lip and pulled it gently. He stared at me.
"No fair.." He softly murmured.
He said it in such an innnocent way, it caused my slowly building lust to skyrocket. And that was my downfall. I pressed my lips against his again, only this time, I felt his hot tongue push pass my lips and enter my mouth. This surprised me, but I think I enjoyed it more. I began to caress his tongue with mine, putting good use to my tongue stud. This is where the tables turned.
I had been so pre-occupied with his kiss, I had forgotten that I had him pinned to the wall. I felt, but not cared, as his arms pushed mine down to my sides. We started walking forwards, pushing me back, all the while our faces locked in a deep kiss. My back hit the side of stall wall. He re-tracted his tongue, and pulled away from me. I longed to still be kissing him, tasting him. It was my turn to stare at him longingly. That's when I realized. My Ulitmate Plan of seduction failed.
Where did I go wrong?
I didn't even have to ask that question. I already knew the answer. It went wrong from the beginning. All this time I thought I was the one doing the seducing, but in reality, I was the one being seduced. All I could do was smile.
Bill Kaulitz was no longer the irresistible sex god he thought he was. He had been bested by a boy in a club.
A tug at my waistline snapped me back to reality. I felt the belt as it slid from its loopholes. It made a nice chnk sound as it hit the tiled floor. Julian started shrinking from my sight. Another tug at my waist. I looked down. He was on one knee, my pants unbottoned, his fingers reaching for the zipper next. His fingers were cold as they touched me. It sent a dull, but altogether glorious sensation through me. I jerked as I felt his mouth wrap around me, sending more jolts of pleasure coursing through me. I inhaled sharply and bit my finger.
This boy knows what he's doing.
After a few minutes of his wonderful tongue tricks, he slipped my member out of his mouth and stood up. He looked deep into my eyes.
"Did you like that?," He asked in that same innocent voice.
I weakly nodded my head.
"Then... I suppose you'd want more?"
He was enjoying this. This was nothing but fore-play for him. He had me dangling on rope. He knew damn well I wanted more, he just wanted to hear me say it.
"Yes," I rasped. "I want more."
His lips turned into a smile. I couldn't take it anymore. I lunged at him. In a frenzy I fumbled with his pants, trying my hardest to get them undone. He stood there, calmly breathing and ran his hand through my long hair. This was not helping.
How can he be so calm?
I finally got the button and tore at the zipper. His tight pants slid down so slowly. He whirled me around and pushed me towards the wall. My feet never moved, but the rest of me did. I had to put my hands out to stop my face from hitting the side of the stall. I half-expected to hear another woman shriek, but some part of me already knew the bathroom had been long empty. I felt his hand on the center of my back... I heard him discretely spit into his hand... and then a profound sensation as he slipped inside of me. The feeling was so intense, it caused another sharp inhale. His other hand then rested itself on my hip, and began swaying back and forth slowly. The feeling was too great to describe. I let out a low moan. Faster and faster he went. It was almost as if we were dancing again.
"Ohhh god," I groaned.
He must have hit a spot, because I tensed violently. He picked up on this, and continued. His hand slid from my back to rest on my other hip. His breath was coming in heavy gasps and a few moans here and there.
Not so calm now, are you?
It's not like I could talk. I was the one practically screaming here. He increased his pace. He's probably going to come soon, and at this rate, so am I. My mind buzzed, I couldn't focus. There was only one thing that stayed constant in my head.
Keep gonig... almost there...
I heard the bathroom door click shut.
Just a little further.
I could feel the sensation building up inside me, about to let go... and then he stopped. I looked to the mirror across from us at our reflection. Julian was just standing there, staring at whoever was in the doorway. Who dared interrupt our sweaty sex? I peeked out from behind the stall, and there stood Tom.

Do you like the way the water tastes?
Like gunfire?

I stood there, my eyes fixed on the scene before me. There stood Bill, his pants and boxers draped around his ankles, with another guy behind him, inside him. I couldn't think of anything to say, my mouth just gaped open as I stared blankly at the two. Seeing the two like that just disgusted me, yet, another part of me, deep down, secretly found it erotic. Finally I managed to blurt out a sentence.
"Bill what the hell are you doing!?"
Getting his ass rammed, obviously. And from the look and sound of things, it was going pretty well.
I shook my head, trying to keep my mind focused. This was serious, I didn't have time to think of witty remarks to my own questions to make light of the situation. I wanted answers, and I wanted them now. With narrowed eyes and pursed lips, I stared at him intently, and waited. All he could do was look at me with eyes so longing, it almost made me want rush over and hug him, to tell him it was okay and I didn't mean to sound so hurtful. Almost.
My foot started tapping impatiently. I clenched and unclenched my fist. Tap. Tap. Tap. The room eerily echoed with the rythmic tapping despite the loud music playing from the dancefloor in the background.

And you knew, but you could never say.

Bill pulled away from Julian and hastily pulled his pants back up.
"Tom, I...," Bill started slowly. "I know how this looks, and I know what you're thinking."
He took a step forward. I edged back, not wanting to be any closer to him than I already was. He stopped, a look of pain and shame washed over his face.
"Why didn't you ever tell me?" My question was cold and sharp.
"I tried," Bill looked as though he were on the verge of tears. "I've wanted to tell you, everyone, I was just scared of what you'd all think. I didn't want you to find out like this."
I shook my head again and stared at the floor. Bill was my brother. I loved him no matter what, but I was still so shocked and angry with him right now. Thoughts kept whirling through my mind. Neither of the two dared to talk. Tap. Tap. Tap. I had forgotten I was tapping my foot. I noticed how it sounded like the hands of a clock, ticking away the seconds.
"Whatever. It's your life, do what you want to," I said with a shrug.
I turned and strode out, leaving both of them, staring in silence.

Then come forth, 'cause it's coming round.
Round the water.

I stood silent throughout the whole thing, watching as Bill tried to explain to Tom. I had found that I slowly lost my drunken bliss as the two exchanged words. Now I just felt painfully aware of the situation I was in. It wasn't very exciting.
This has been that craziest night of my life.
I slowly finished dressing myself and walked over to where Bill had sunk to the floor, still staring at the spot where Tom once stood. I felt the urge to comfort him, but still no words came to mind that would even begin to try and cheer him up. I sat down on the floor behind him. I reached and hand out and touched the back of his shoulder.
"I'm really sorry for this Bill." My words sounded so empty and fake. Words you'd hear from someone you've never met when your cat just died or something.
I just hope he knows I mean it.
He reached his hand up and placed it over top of mine. He continued to look forward, still at that spot in front of the door.
"It's not your fault Julian. It isn't anybodies."
I scooted up and sat beside him, slipping my hand off his shoulder and wrapping it around his mid-section, pulling him close and huggin him. He returned the hug and buried his head into my chest.

You should know, babe.
At least pretend you did know why.

We sat there, wrapped in each others arms trying to find a sense of comfort for what seemed like hours. Finally it was Bill that broke the embrace, looking up into my eyes and telling me he should get going. I knew I had to get myself back home too, although rest was going to be the farthest from me at this point. He stood up, using the bathroom sink to steady him, and then offered to help me to my feet. There was another brief hug and then Bill too, exited out the door.

It's not like your watch, so go on, take a drink.

I remained in that bathroom, staring into the dirty mirror, running all the events that occured that night through my brain. Even if it all ended horribly, I had met the boy I'd had dreamed about since I was little. And something special happened between us. Not just the sex, something... far more personal than that. I could feel it, and I hoped Bill had felt it too. A smile crossed my lips.
This has been the craziest night of my life.

It's been a while since you last saw me.

The scream of the telephone woke me abruptly from my nap. I yawned, grumbling and not wanting to get out from under the warm blanket I managed to cover myself with before dozing off. I stepped quickly across the cold tile floor in the kitchen and grabbed up the phone.
"Hello," I said suppressing another yawn.
There was a small pause, then I heard an almost familiar voice. One I couldn't quite place a face with.
"Julian?"
"Yes. ...Who is this?," I asked a tad puzzled.
There was another slight pause.
"I don't know how to say this without it sounding like a line but... This is Bill Kaulitz."
The voice giggled. Thoughts of that night a few weeks back at the club flashed through my head.

One breaks down, and the other ones fade.

"How'd you get my number?," I asked, practically jumping up and down with excitement.
"You don't remember? You gave it to me before I left the club that night."
I actually didn't remember giving it to him at all. I didn't remember a lot of things from that night though. I blame the alcohol.
"So what can I do for the great Bill Kaulitz?" I asked in a sarcastic tone.
Bill's reply was almost immediate. "I was wondering if you were hungry? I know this place not far from that club..."
My stomach leaped up into my chest.
Did... did he just ask me out?
I held back a squeal, although my body wasn't able to fight the urge to jump around my kitchen. I tried to calm myself enough to answer smoothly.
"Well, sure. I'd love to, I haven't eaten anything yet today." My voice shaky, terribly hiding the joy.
"Alright. Do you want to meet me there, or would you feel comfortable enough for me come pick you up?" His voice was still calm and cool.
It made me melt.
"No, I don't mind you coming here. Here's my address."
"Good, I should be there in about twenty minutes."
The phone clicked neatly as I pushed the 'End' button. I stood there, staring off into space. Was I dreaming? Did Bill fucking Kaulitz just call me at my house and ask me out to lunch? My knees felt weak and shaky.
I don't have time for this. I've got twenty minutes, and I look like hell.
I snapped to immediately. I needed to shower first of all, but then I'd have to dry my hair so it doesn't go all crazy.
And make-up, but not too much.
I definitely needed eyeliner. Maybe some eyeshadow. I really needed to stop being so girly one of these days...
But who cares, you're going to see Bill fucking Kaulitz.
By the time I had finished bathing and applying eyeliner, fifteen minutes had already passed. I still had to find something to wear. I raced to my dresser and flung the drawers open, rummaging through the clothes. This shirt? No. How about this one? I had just finished buttoning up my pants as I heard a knock on the door. My stomach leaped again. Nervousness washed over me. I grabbed my shoes and pulled them on while heading for the door, nearly losing my balance and toppling over onto the floor in the process. I stopped at the door and composed myself as best I could.
What if he expects me to be something I'm not?
No time for worrying, he was here, waiting for me. I opened the door slowly. Bill's face lit up when I peered out. I grinned sheepishly at him.

Those eyes can see the days break.

"Hello there." Bill started, his smile never fading.
"Hello." I responded, stepping out of the door and closing it behind me. It was a nice day, the sun was bright, and it reflected with such intensity off of car windows. It was rather warm for a day in the fall season. Nonetheless, I zipped up my jacket half-way. Bill watched me as I did so.
"So, you ready to go then?" He asked after fully examining me.
I nodded, swishing the hair out my face.
"I didn't know you had your lip pierced...," Bill said, taking a sudden interest in my lips. "It's nice."
This caused me to grin. I had to lower my face to hide my blush.
"Thanks."
He grabbed my arm and led me off of my porch and down towards the taxi cab. He stopped and let go of my arm and opened the door, gesturing at me to get in first. I smiled and did so. I slid across the seat, leaving plenty of room for Bill. He then slid in beside me and closed the door. He leaned forward, placing his hands on the back of the front seat's head rest and told the driver where to go.
I could scream right now.
He leaned back, placing one hand on his knee, the other he laid on the seat in between us. I had an urge to reach down and hold it. An urge I, after much deliberation, decided to ignore. I didn't wanna come off as weird or anything. The restaurant and nightclub weren't actually that far from my home. Which was nice, because I'd only have to walk to get to them. The car stopped. Bill got out first, and offered an arm to help me out.
We got a seat at the back of the restaurant, where not many people were. Bill sat across from me, his elbows placed on the table, resting his chin in his hands. He kept watching me, smiling all the while. It made me nervous, like I had to do everything perfect or I would fail at some sort of test.

Too late for the other's mistakes.

Our lunch went really well. We ended up talking more than anything, most likely telling each other the same things we had said the last time we were together. Only this time, I think we'd remember what was being said. I looked out a window to my left, the sun had disappeared behind clouds. I wonder if it was going to rain? We had finally eaten our fill and decided it was time to go.
"I'll go ask if the host can call us a cab," Bill said as he stood up.
"Well, why don't we just walk to my house, it's not that far away, I can call you a cab from there," I said, also getting to my feet, stretching as I did so.
"Are you sure?" Bill asked, "I don't want to intrude on you or anything."
"Don't worry, it'll be alright."
Bill smiled, and led the way out of the restaurant. It had gotten a little colder since the sun had gone away, so I pulled my coat up close around my neck. Bill seemed to take quite in interest in this as well, but he didn't say anything. It looked as if he were planning something though. The walk to my house had been longer than usual it seemed, but not for the worse. It gave me more time to spend with Bill. We kept talking about random things; passed memories, things we liked...
He seems so normal for being an pop star idol.
Suddenly it happened, almost as if in slow motion. The rain came down in thick sheets, cold and angry. I could see my house, the porch roof being a welcoming sight of protection from the wetness. I grabbed Bill by the arm and took off running. He kept up with me pretty well. At some point he was pulling me along. We reached the porch, stomping up the stairs, breathing heavily at our victory. It didn't matter though, we were completely soaked.

Turn down the voluptuous.

We stood there, staring at each other. The rain made a dull sound as it drummed on the covered porch. Julian and I looked at each other. I noticed how the rain dripped from his nose and chin slowly. Seeing him all wet caused a pang of lust to grow in my stomach.
"Do... you wanna come in and get dried off before I call the taxi for you?" Julian finally asked, using his jacket sleeve to wipe off the water that streamed down his face.
"Sure. If, you don't mind, that is."
"I've told you before, I don't mind." He fumbled around in his pocket and pulled out a key. "Besides, anyone who wouldn't invite Bill Kaulitz inside their home would be a lunatic," he added with a grin.
He unlocked the door and swung it open wide. He stepped in and held the door, waiting for me to enter. I walked in, seeing my shadow disappear as the door closed behind me, shutting out the light. It was rather dark inside Julian's house, I had to squint to see where I was going. He seemed to know exactly where to walk though. A light flicked on. I was standing in a hallway that opened up into a kitchen, and a living area was passed that. His house was rather neat, I like that. Julian disappeared beyond the living area. He came a few minutes later, holding a towel in each hand. He walked over and offered me one.

Keeping close to me again.

I took the towel and dropped it aside, pushing his arms out so that I could wrap mine around around him. Our lips met in a kiss. Julian stood there a moment as if frozen in place. Not sure what to do, I guess. He finally folded his arms around me, and leaned in, deepening the kiss. His lip rings were icy against my lips, but it only heightened the sensations I felt. I began to re-coil my arms enough so that my hands rested on his chest. I walked my fingers along his jacket, trying to find the zipper.
Gotcha.
I began pulling it down. The sound it made as I unzipped it was the only sound to be heard. I felt the zipper as it slid off the track, completely undone now. I slid my hands up his sides, peeling the clinging material from his arms. It hit the floor behind him with squishing noise. Julian broke the kiss. He started trembling.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Just cold, and a little nervous."
I could help but giggle softly at his reply.
And a little nervous.
He certainly wasn't nervous that night back at the club, but then again, he nor I was sober. Probably much more horny than at this moment, but whatever. It wasn't important, this time I was going to be the one in control.

Hold back your virtues.

"Cold, huh?" I mused. "Then we should get you out of those wet clothes. We wouldn't want you getting sick or anything."
I had a devious grin on my face. My hands reached out and took hold of the hem of his shirt. I stopped for a moment, admiring how see through white shirts were they got wet. Julian just stood there, his arms at his side, biting at his lip. I found this sight so completely erotic, I couldn't begin to describe the thoughts that went through my mind. I got so lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice Julian as his hands grabbed mine.
"Not here," he said. "We're starting to make puddles on the carpet."
I looked down. Indeed the rain that had dripped off our bodies and clothes had started soaking in the beige carpet. Julian let one of my hands go and turned around, leading me through the kitchen, passed the living area and down another hallway. We ended up in a fairly big bathroom. At least, there was enough room for us to move around each other freely. Which was a good, in my opinion.

You're fearless in motion.

Once we were completely inside the bathroom, I resumed my former course of action. My hands went back to the edge of his shirt, only this time I began to pull his shirt up, slowly taking in every inch of skin that was being revealed to me. His skin was flawless perfection. I finished pulling his shirt up and over his head. His skin glistened in the light. I bent down close and began to suck on one of his nipples. He trembled again. I stopped and stood back. His skin began breaking out with goosebumps. I wasn't sure if it was from me, or the cold air hitting his wet skin. I let my ego decide that question though, and smiled at the thought of how much I had effected this boy. I began to pull off my own leather jacket and shirt. Julian watched silently, occasionally licking his lips. I tossed my clothing on top of his. We then embraced once more in a kiss, his fingers running through my hair. My hands played with the button at his pants. It came undone rather easily. So did the zipper. I slipped my hand inside the opening in his boxers. He inhaled sharply as my cold fingers began to stroke him. I could feel his member begin to harden against my touch. He held on to me tightly, his hands almost pulling at my hair. It felt good, though. Up and down, back and forth my hand went. Each motion caused him to fidgit against me. Finally, he leaned into me and whispered.
"As much I want this to happen, I don't think it should. Not right now."
I stopped. I was shocked at what he had just said.
Not only had he seduced me before, but now he's rejecting me?
I felt hurt, but I removed my hand. I didn't want to upset him. I liked him too much to do such a thing. Besides, forcing someone against their will was illegal.
"I'm really sorry," he said. "I just, don't want something like what happened last time happening again."
I knew he meant Tom's reaction. But after I got back to the apartment that night, I talked to Tom about it. I knew he supported my decisions. I still hadn't told the other band mates, but that would come in time.
"It's alright, I understand," I said with a hug. "But I like you Julian, I really do. You don't think we might be able to see each other again do you?"
He looked up at me, his eyes were bright.
"I like you too, Bill... and I'd like to see you again very much."
I felt a surge of joy rush through me. It was a feeling better than anything I had ever felt. He reached into a closet and pulled out another towel and offered it to me. I accepted it, and wrapped it around his shoulders, pulling him close. I had fallen for this boy. I had fallen hard and fast.
And I didn't want to let him go.
Ever.

It's serious, I've to got to find when I start to feel this way.

The last few weeks were rather stressful on me. I still hadn't managed to work up the courage the tell the other band mates about my 'secret', and on top of that, Tom and I have grown more distant with each other. We couldn't carry on a conversation for more than a few sentences. It was unbearable. The only thing that seemed to be good since that night at the club was meeting Julian.
Julian.
I hadn't seen him in a while. It drove me mad. My every wandering thought was on him. I decided that I'd sneak off to go and see him. I fished my cell phone out of my pocket and started dialing the number.
Maybe I should surprise him?
Yes. That idea sounded good. I slipped the phone back into my pocket, a devious grin on my face.

"Where are you going?" Tom asked suspiciously.
I stopped in the doorway and turned around to face him.
"To see a friend," I replied calmly.
His eyebrow arched. Georg looked up from his magazine.
"Oh really? Who?" He asked.
My stomach muscles tensed up. I looked from to Georg, and then back to Tom.
"Someone I met at a club a few weeks back." I finally managed to say.
My legs had suddenly felt like they were made of dough. Georg smirked.
"What's her name?" He said with a laugh.
I blinked at him and bit my lip.
"His name is Julian." Tom said, still staring at me. I knew his answer was directed more at me then Georg.
It almost felt as though he was jealous of Julian or something, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
No, that can't be it.
His constant stare started to unnerve me. I looked away, staring out a window. The wind was blowing rather hard. Dead leaves were floating all throughout the air. My mind began to wander again, back to Julian. Back to that day we got caught out in the rain. The droplets of water sliding down his skin. Clothes clinging to his body...

You mesmerize me all the time.

"Well, I hope you have a good time, then."
Georg's voice snapped me back to reality. I nodded to him, taking one last look out of the window before turning to head out the door. I passed by Tom silently, not giving him another glance, although I'm sure he still had the same malicious look on his face. It still hurt to know how Tom felt, but I was going to Julian. Nothing could get me down now.
Nothing.

I was practically skipping up the walkway to Julian's house. I knocked. I stared out the street, watching as cars and a few random people passed by as I waited. The door opened and I instantly smiled, turning back to doorway. Julian stared at me with a puzzled, yet welcoming smile.
"Well hi there," He said stepping aside and gesturing for me to come in. "If I had known you were coming over I would have cleaned my place up a bit."
I look around and giggled as he closed the door behind me. His house was pretty much spotless as it was.
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to see you, and I thought a surprise visit would be nice."
"It is nice." He replied.
And then something I didn't expect happened. Julian had wrapped his arms around me and was whispering into my ear.
"I was beginning to miss you."
He had already pulled away and was walking towards the kitchen before I realized what was happening.
I was beginning to miss you.
Those words kept playing in my head as I followed behind him. Julian walked over to the sink and began to wash his hands. I noticed some blotches and smears on his arm that weren't there before.
"What's that?" I asked, pointing to his arm.
He look down, turning the water off and reaching for a towel.
"Paint." He answered
"You paint?"
He smiled and took my hand.
"I never showed you, did I?" He said, leading out of the kitchen and down the hallway into a room.
"This is my passion."
The room was brightly lit. One wall was covered in sketches and pictures. Books were scattered around a bookshelf that sat near a window. Various sketch pads and tools were strewn about on a desk, but what really caught my attention was the easel that sat in front of the windows. A canvas sat on it, paints and a few paint brushes sat beside it on the floor. The canvas was a vivid picture of a purple and gray dragon flying over a lake. It was utterly beautiful.

So serious I've got to take you home again tonight.

"Wow." Was all I could manage to say at first. "I would have never guess you were an artist."
I wandered about the room, studying the drawings and paintings that sat about. He stood in the doorway and watched me. I stopped by the desk and looked at him.
"Is this what you do for a living?"
He nodded.
"For the most part, anyway. I sell my paintings when I can, but I also do some part-time work for my parents when they need my help."
He strode across the room and stood in front of me. He leaned his body in close to mine, reaching his hands around behind my body to grab at something on the table. Even after he had gotten whatever it was he was going for, he remained pressed closely against me. It made my heart flutter. I was tempted to reach out my arms and embrace him, but before I could decided whether or not to do this, he had retracted his arms and was pulling away from me. In his hand was a art pad that looked as though it's pages were almost completely filled up with drawings. He flipped the book open, flipping through pages until he came to one of the last few in the book. He handed it to me, an adorable smirk on his face.
"I don't really like drawing people," Julian said as I took the book from his hand.
Looking at what was on the paper make me giggle. I was looking at a picture of me, dressed up in a fancy dress like some kind of doll. And I must say, I looked rather good.
"I'm not really sure why I drew you in a dress, it just seemed like a good idea at the time." He said, a hint of embarrassment in his voice.
I handed the book back to him and hugged him.
"I love it," I gently whispered in his ear.
He tossed the sketch pad onto the desk and returned the hug.
"I'm glad you like it."

'Cause right now you paralyze me with your smile.

I broke our embrace, unable to bear it any longer. It was killing me inside. I had to know if what Julian and I had would be just more than this. I felt my stomach tie up into knots as I looked into his eyes. My knees felt shaky. Julian looked back into my eyes with concern. Before he had the chance, I spoke first.
"Julian," I started, I was nearly straining to speak.
"What is it?" He replied hastily. His face showed worry he displayed in his voice so well.
"Julian, I want to be with you, and I really hope you feel the same."
The words came blurting out of my mouth. I was almost afraid he didn't understand what I had said, and that I would have to repeat myself. I prayed that I wouldn't have to. It was hard enough to do it the first time, and my courage was failing fast. Julian looked at me for a few moments, running what I had said through his mind, I guess. Finally, he took my hand in his. The soft smile on his lips sent waves of comfort through me.
"Bill I, I do feel the same." He paused.
I could have died at that point. My heart leaped up into my throat, and I'm sure I felt tears attempting to well up in my eyes.
"To be honest, I've dreamed of nothing else but of being with you since the night we met."
I dove forward, burying my face in his chest. Julian held me tightly, leaning his head down and softly kissing the top of my head.

I hold on so hard, and pray that I don't say something wrong.

I couldn't really tell you what happened after that point. Everything was such a blur of joy and passion. About the only I can remember was falling into bed, still wrapped in Julian's arms.