Title: Hidden Dreams
Author: Aliasphire
Rating: NC17
Genre: Romance, Angst, Introspective.
Alerts: PWP, Lemon, Adult Content, AU .
Disclaimers: Tokio Hotel does not belong to me. All that is told in these lines is a figment of my imagination, so nothing has really happened and I do not write for profit.
Summary: Actually, the first I have to feel guilty. Everybody thinks that because I love Tom smothers the morning in the evening. Everyone believes that taking advantage of my illness, so it's always close. All are wrong.
Hidden Dreams
I always wondered how he could be the world seen from the perspective of those who born like me.
When I walk down the street with Tom he never speaks. He says if I learn to listen to understand why he thinks there is nothing beautiful to see or be discovered.
not I never put on this plane. I think you talk like that because he has never been in a situation like mine. And 'He was the lucky twin between the two.
for nineteen years now, I wonder how the yellow, as are the flowers, what color is the sky, as my face and, above all, as Tom's face.
My mom always told me that we resemble a lot, but when I touch it I do not feel anything like me.
My nose is more prominent, his cheekbones more pronounced, my lips fuller. And I am sure of that because I do not know how, but I enjoy her a lot of the times.
seems strange to say, but the only person who can give me the affection I need is my brother. And there is no need to think that he is abusing me because I'm blind, he is always so sweet and so much that sometimes myself to tell him not to worry about anything.
As at this time. Him if he is lying by my side I stroked her hair, and I know he's staring at me, I feel his gaze focused on me because each time it makes the heart beat or beating too hard or not really.
I do not understand what there is to be determined, in fact. Everyone says I'm a nice guy, but I do not believe it, do it just to make me feel accepted or perhaps simply because, knowing that I can not see any figure in the mirror, I'm ugly and do not want to tell me.
"You're beautiful", I murmured to Tom in my ear, almost as if he had read my mind. And I hate when he realizes what I think.
I turned to him and I curl up on myself, reaching out a hand and stroked his cheek. I know that my vision is lost somewhere and that he can never tell me anything staring straight at me.
"Why do you say that, Tomi?", I whisper, trying to locate the rest of her face.
"Because it's true, small"
He pushes me and leave a few kisses on the forehead.
We left home just turned eighteen, we got an apartment away from Loitsche and all those people to just stay alone.
me, him and my old sunglasses.
My mother was not at all agree, she always wanted to be there for me and I am sure of this because did nothing but reiterate for nineteen years. Then I heard her. The feeling always by my side when I needed it, when Tom was not there, when I perceived the tears burning in my eyes. Always.
But if there's Tom with me, I do not need anyone else.
lifted his face upwards and inhale the perfume accumulated on his smooth neck, savoring the fragrance.
He groped his lips and I get close to them, pressing his hand behind his neck to get it closer.
hear Tom smiling and then join our mouths in one of those kisses that can make it always so chaste, delicate, sweet and soft.
I try somehow to embrace fully and help him to climb on me, and deepened the kiss slowly.
"Bill, I ..."
"Shh," I interrupt.
I do not want to feel guilty every time we give vent to our sexual desires. Not that I always think that I am frail and ill. I do not want to treat me with kid gloves.
I want to be rude and that goes inside of me as they would with anyone else. I want to feel wanted and I want to excite him. I want to make me feel like any normal person, even if, well, that I feel whenever I'm with him.
I know this is wrong because we are brothers. Twins, to be precise. Same blood, same cells, even the same placenta. But it's never been a problem for us. Essentially it may be appropriate when you consider that my soul mate - in every way possible - he is my brother, and vice versa.
And if it's wrong, well, there is something that is not in me?
Tom pulled his shirt gently, touching her smooth skin with your finger and tracing the outlines of his abdominal light. I can pass on his body until I decide to throw it on the floor and give Tom the opportunity to strip me.
The lucky enough to be twins, on the one hand, it is always understood that everything I think.
He caresses the hips and lets the shirt over my head, running somewhere.
He bends over me and kissed me gently back, caressing my lips with her tongue sweet and moist.
stroked his back with both hands, hearing the tinkling silver bracelet that had given me after my last operation, the decisive one. Too bad that I could never see it and never see him. I hear Tom
press hard against me and started licking her neck, sucking on his collarbone. Drops lower and lower until the fabric of my jeans not hindering its path.
I let a couple of kisses below the navel and then I pull out the jeans and boxers together. I shudder when I hear the skin of his legs in contact with mine.
From the sound of the zip, I sense that he is stripping and amused smile.
"What are you laughing?" She asks Tom, while you rest back to me and makes sure that I can perceive her nakedness.
"Just ..." I bite my lip. "Thanks."
I know that is looking at me bewildered, but I also know that he understands perfectly what I mean, then I dare not give further explanation. Not now, anyway.
It goes against my erection and tremble, wailing to be taken by surprise. His hands are creeping in my hair and moving them from the face, allowing him to kiss me everywhere.
spreads her legs and I feel down and tap with a finger my wet opening.
"Quiet, small," she whispers in my ear, pressing in and making me arch.
"Tomi,-ah," I groan, feeling that he managed to touch just my point. Tom giggles and curls his finger, making me feel an electrical discharge along the back.
"Right there, Tomi. Right there. "
Tom if he does not repeat twice and pressed a little further down, making me see stars. Squeezes the sheets and spread her legs more, extending a hand search of his State.
not want to be the only one to be prepared, he too must have its dose.
Tom pulls his finger and I, with his help, the climb in his lap, grabbing his penis from the base.
From his mouth comes a lovely moan and this forces me to start to stroke from the bottom up and rotate the thumb on the tip, with the same delicacy that he has used recently.
I grabs me by the hips and caressing them, growling softly looking for relief. I smile, trying to distinguish his face in the dark shadows that cloud my vision.
Tom limelight again the positions and he gets on me, well positioned between my legs. He caresses her face and kisses my chin.
begin to tremble and feel my heart beat wildly in her throat and up I do not know why. I hate being afraid of something without being able to justify anything.
"Bill, it breathes, it is always me," Tom whispered as he slides his fingers through my hair and it makes me feel whole its heat.
nod. I know I can trust him.
Tom grabs my hand and crushes it on the mattress, and hold as she begins to push inside me
with all the delicacy of this world.
sigh heavily and arched against him and hugging him to make that come closer.
"You okay, baby?" He asks as he slips off.
relaxed smile and I nodded, grabbing him and pushing him up to the kidneys. I hope to have realized they can go quiet.
shakes my hand again and goes deeper, starting to move more quickly inside me.
for hours waiting for this moment and it's amazing how every time he manages to make it special and different, in its way.
Tom has always been extremely protective and manly to me, I was always covered with all the attention I needed - maybe even too much - and this made him gradually getting weaker.
Moreover, it was found growing at the side of his exact same shape, but with a sense of guilt that does not give him peace for years.
Once I heard him talk to my mother about my disability and he was crying .... Crying because he felt guilty with myself, with himself and with everyone. She felt loved for being too privileged, too hated that because I was sick.
Shout. He touched my point with one strong push.
Actually, the first to feel guilty I am. Everybody thinks that because I love Tom smothers from morning to evening. Everyone believes that taking advantage of my illness, so it's always close. All are wrong.
people never get to the end, they always stop at appearances and I slowly made it increasingly discouraged and useless, forcing me to close myself in a dark room with my brother.
I sink the nails in his shoulders and clasped his legs behind his back, moaning every time he hits that particular point, now with more force and vigor.
No one has ever figured out that I love Tom because he's my brother and not because it is the only person they can rely on.
He knows everything about me, he's like me. And this is something that no one will ever change.
Once again, I Inarco sensually and allow Tom to get to the bottom, tightening the muscles and preventing them from leaving. I want to feel inside, close and tight to me. I do not want someone to come and separate us. Never.
Tom grabs me by the thighs and begins to give a regular rhythm to his thrusts, much more spasmodic.
"Bill, Bill ... I'm"
clasps him tightly to me and not let him leave. "Come inside me, Tomi", uttered breathing heavily on her neck. "Do it, but inside of me."
I try to gather around him as hard as I can and I feel empty inside me, filling me with his seed in the most satisfying I can do.
jet neck back and let a little more push ', at least until I am not free on her stomach with a groan loud enough.
Tom backs off from me and lies down beside me, trying in vain to catch his breath.
"Puppy", a big hug and whispered as I pressed my head on his chest. Smile licking the beads of sweat slipping on his skin and weave my legs along with her.
Until some time ago I had some dreams to realize that I believed until this last operation has not decided how my life would continue on its course.
Dreams hidden from the rest of the world and that these will remain.
Perhaps only one of them has come true. I do not care if it is wrong to the rest of the world. I live in my world, in my darkness and in my memory where nothing is wrong and where to get something you must fight to the end.
Although the first to have failed was not me.
I leave a kiss on the collarbone of Tom and I crouched over him better.
If living well means it close, then I will.
I will live with him in the darkness, hiding both from anything that can hurt us.
In the dark, along with everything that has only ever been nice to dream.
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Notes: I had the first part of this shot on the computer for some time. He had (and will) be part of a series of three one-shot with the word "Dream" in the middle where the main theme would be the point of view of Bill and a problem that concerned him. In this case it was her being blind. That is not much, because I hate to write this, but there are particularly close. I do not think writing it I wanted to send a clear message, but, well, if you find it (always hidden), coglietelo. The composting of the second and third do not know when it happens, I continued in a long - yet to start posting - and I intend to focus on that, so I can only say "soon, the world." I hope you enjoyed (:
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