Title: Incomplete
Author: Aliasphire
Rating:
NC17 Genre: Romance
Alerts: Twincest Not Related, Language, Hurt / Comfort, AU.
Pairing: Bill / Tom
Side Pairing: Bill / Andreas
Disclaimers: Tokio Hotel does not belong to me. All that is recounted in these pages is only a figment of my imagination, so nothing has really happened. I write for personal pleasure and not for profit.
Summary: "Not too much or you sculettare dismantles" Tom made his debut from the bottom of the class, making everyone else laugh. Professor understood. The Moor's
grimaced and threw his notebook on the desk.
"Tell me what I do and do it quickly, I have no time to lose," he spat in the face of the professor as he tried with all his might to hide the embarrassment caused by the stupid joke that stupid Tom . Although it's now those insults bounced.
Incomplete
Chapter 2.
rays of the sun through the window, kissing the white face of Bill.
wrinkled her nose and felt a pleasant smell of coffee invade the nostrils. That being useless was his father, after all, something needed.
He stretched against his will and inspired her own perfume was soaked into the pillow, smiling for no particular reason.
He rubbed his eyes and stood up, shivering when his bare feet were in contact with the cold floor - did not never wanted to hear about slippers -.
He staggered to the bathroom and looked quickly toward the window, noting that even if the sky seemed vaguely peaceful, the air was cold and moisture - like all sacrosantissime morning - would have ruined his precious hair.
not demorse. He attacked the plate and washed his face, looking in the mirror the reflection of his face pale and eyes red. He had a bad dream and he woke up crying.
Always the same, her mother, who closed eyes his fault and not wake up anymore.
shook his head at the thought. Tom Kaulitz Sweet Home Alabama and that his bloody joke.
grabbed the plate and if passed quickly on the hair, leaving it smooth and flat in a couple of passes. He felt so proud every time he saw the reflection shine under black light bulbs in the bathroom that you would jump on him alone.
now understand why Andreas, who called himself a perfect straight, soon became his faithful hound.
looked up and checked that there were no pimples or anything like that, even if he ate healthy and treated with creams on his skin creams, so it was virtually impossible.
was simply perfect, and she knew already own.
He passed quickly - but carefully - all the layers of makeup necessary to start the day and was contemplating his figure for about ten minutes.
ran into the room and grabbed a clean shirt, jeans the day before, a sweatshirt signed "Abercrombie" and pulled the skin of amphibians, left unbuttoned at the top, highlighting her thin legs.
He put his earphones in his ears and down the stairs, throwing the bag on the floor near the door.
"Good morning," piped her father when she saw him. But Bill did not answer. The earphones if you do them on purpose not to hear him breaking balls at half past seven in the morning.
Jörg sighed and shook his head, returning to read his newspaper while his son felt something humming to the rhythm of the melody coming out of that deal.
The dark filled a cup of milk and put us all in the remaining coffee without asking, rightly, to his father if he wanted the other.
rests on the kitchen counter and sipped his breakfast and looking at his old song he was concentrating on listening.
He looked up at the clock and he paused to look at the clock which will mark the second well. If you went out right at that moment would arrive simultaneously at the sound of the bell, but you know what did it matter?!
She swallowed quickly all the remaining milk in the cup and placed it in the sink with little delicacy, took off the headphones making them hang down and yawned loudly, just to annoy his father, pray, had decided to ignore it.
He shakes the table going there to beat on purpose and moved the hair from before her face.
grabbed his jacket and backpack.
"See you in hell, daddy," mumbled before slamming the door behind him.
**
was seven in the past but it did not matter if that day would be late.
Tom was able to wake up to Denny after about quarter of an hour lost to stroke his hair and whispering words that said always in cartoons when someone had to wake up.
"How do you say?" He asked while the little rubbed his eyes and smiled, happy to have his dad around.
"Gionni," Denny said, eyes bright and shining.
Tom kissed his cheek and threw off the bed. "Good puppy, go get dressed."
Denny hopped out of the room very cheerful and the Rasta took a moment to realize that it was really morning.
had not slept all night. If you fall asleep dreaming of Bill and tears of Bill, if you woke up in tears thinking of Bill and Bill, if you try not to think, its dull, little balls break conscience told him to remember Bill and Bill's tears.
Nothing to be done. Either apologize or would be taken into that regret for the rest of his days. The guilt was something that had never been able to manage, and wanted us to do as little as possible.
He got out of bed and grabbed a shirt and a pair of clean jeans.
ran into the bathroom and quickly washed everything there was to be washed, hearing the sound of cups that fell down from the cupboard. He smiled, surely Denny's demon was that he was doing crazy poor Simon.
He dressed and took the system to a rasta, tying them into a long tail and ran to retrieve his trusty hat.
He threw one last glance at the room and then left, heading one of the small Lullaby. Regardless of the time when he got up, the task of waking his children was his. Simon would not have done, not part of his tasks, set out as soon as they had moved in that house.
opened the door and came into contact with the darkness and the smell of ointment that you mastered. He chuckled and went to bed Lullaby, something that moaned when he felt Tom's hand caressing her face.
"Dad?"
Tom nodded. "Day darling, how are you feeling? 'Can you go to school? "He asked in a whisper while he could see her slowly open your eyes moist.
response Lullaby coughed.
"Um ..." The Rasta
smiled and kissed her forehead. "Ok, cunning, see you later. I recommend ... "
"I sho '
" sleep and rest "
" Dad ... "
" Look Grandma,'
"Dad ..."
"Eat and ... "
" Papa sho! "blurted out laughing.
Tom frowned and pulled a little 'back. "Do not walk barefoot," he concluded.
snorted Lullaby and then stretched his arms to get Tom to give you another kiss. The Rasta did not hesitate a second and then left the room, leaving her in the dark before. She descended the stairs two steps at a time and ran into the kitchen.
"Hello darling," Simon said as he poured the hot milk into the bowl of Denny.
Tom rolled up to her and left her a kiss on the cheek, like every morning. "Hello mom."
took a glass from the cupboard and poured into a little 'iced tea, sitting at the table and looking Denny stain to it with milk.
"Lulu?" Said Simone.
Tom swallowed his drink and took a snack from the basket before him. "I left it up to sleep, did not want to go to school," he said with a hint of sadness in his voice. "Good apple, baby?"
Denny nodded.
The moment he loved most of the day was when Denny and accompanied Lullaby school in the morning, because all three were Arzilli - oddly enough - and always found something to do while walking. For example, Tom taught them to recognize the signs, or create words by looking at the license plates of cars - so they learned the first letters - or to distinguish people from the kind of hat or carrying bag.
might seem silly, but fun to hear what came out.
"Can you stay with her?" Asked Tom, a huge smile on his face and big eyes that Simon could not resist.
shook his head and nodded. Tom opened his smile even more and got up from the table to give her another kiss. "You're the best mom in the world," he murmured while washing her glass.
Simone looked at him with an expression like 'I know, pandering of a child that I find myself'. The Rasta
gave a pinch to Denny and went back upstairs to take her purse.
"Didi, come on," he shouted, after cursing for not having remembered that a couple of rooms away was that of Lullaby.
took the books with which he had studied the day before, put his trusty pack of cigarettes in his pocket and went underneath, finding Simone Denny and waiting for him on the edge of the door.
smiled seeing his son wrapped up at the root of the hair, the scarf up over his nose and his hat that took the whole front. "But how beautiful you are, baby?" He pinch my cheeks and blushing to be always - always - so sloppy with his children.
grabbed the car keys from the glove compartment and fiddled while there was local mind, making sure not have forgotten anything.
"Are you going to take him to school," asked Simone Denny while fixing the backpack.
"Um, now I go to three then."
Denny smiled and took the hand before you walk out the door and remain paralyzed just like his son just came in contact with the freezing cold of mid-December.
"Cool, eh?" Simon said, grinning and laughing seeing them frozen in place.
Tom glared at him and took a step. "Didi?"
"Dad?"
"Shut your ears, darling."
**
If it came in the second hour was just the fault of the bus.
Bill entered the bar near his school with that thought in my head and ordered another coffee. If you do not care if he had already taken was to spend the next thirty-five minutes to fuck and did not know how to do it.
She sat at one of those wooden tables in the room who mastered and pressed in his sweater, taking off the gloves and licking his lips when the steam's tickled my nose.
shook the cup with both hands and sipped slowly. One thing he liked of that bar was that it was the coffee of all possible dimensions and he could take what he wanted - of course, always the biggest -.
eyes on a magazine left her there and focused on writing headlines that were engraved, that's not really interested. He heard the bell ringing
and a gust of cold air invade the face when someone opened the door.
He looked up to see Tom, with his usual ridiculous hat, and stared for a moment, as if he were still carrying out who he really was. He wanted to wait until it was was to dissuade him, so he would understand the reaction of the day before there had been nothing but pure nervousness.
The rasta shook his head and, indeed, looked away, about to approach the counter.
Bill had won and it felt very proud.
Rote still eyes and then kept them focused on the ass of Tom invisible until these, with a last look, he left the bar with his cup of coffee. The dark
chuckled. One to zero.
Amateur.
**
Denny had accompanied to school by car and then ran to her. He even found parking nearby, but it was too late to enter.
Maybe he did some 'purpose. He could afford to skip a stupid time to mathematics.
Then came the bright idea of entering into the bar and meet Bill Trümper fucking one of those sitting at tables sipping the odd coffee. As you need it.
She shuddered when she felt along the back those eyes pierce her stone and was left paralyzed in trying to observe them.
no expression. None. That guy was a piece of marble, and not only for the eyes.
decided to forget about it for now and pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, tossing his empty paper cup in the middle of the yard before going to sit on a wall.
dangled his legs and squinted to see who was better and who entered the courtyard. A nasty little head
blonde walked through the gate at a fast pace. What, all came in the second hour that day?
He decided he would think later, time had better things to do.
"Andreas", he shouted, shaking hands and making a sign to approach when the blond turned around. He was sure to have seen him tremble.
Andreas came however, look down and your hands are anchored to the bag. The Rasta licked his lips, thinking about some wicked joke to be trimmed to accuse what he had done.
"How are you friend?" He asked with a smile quite false in the face and slamming his hand on his back not too gently.
"C-hello Tom "Tom
smiled to see him so scared. He, who first walked through the corridors going to beat him easily to all those who lay before him only because he could boast of being friends with Tom, now shook like a sissy.
"How's your girl?" He asked, bringing him down from the wall and one hand behind his neck, squeezing.
"Pa-talking B-Bill?"
"Oh, Andi, because stutter? I just had a question, do not bite mica, "and he could swear he saw pure fear in the eyes of the blonde. What he did enjoy that as a clam.
"I-I-am not stammering, Tom. Co-still good, free of thanks. "
Tom shook his head, chuckling and shaking strong neck Andreas. He inhaled the cigarette smoke and spat in his face, ready to say something if it were not for a too familiar voice that reached his ears.
"Andi," Bill shouted as he approached the two with his walk as a model of high standards. Tom stiffened and let go, pulling Andreas.
The Moor came up with a sparkling smile and glared Tom, grabbing Andreas cheeks with both hands and taking her to kiss him as he should.
While trying to keep my eyes closed, he knew that Tom was watching them, so she pushed against him and tried to produce a sound "wet" with the tongue in the mouth of the blonde, sucking her loudly.
Tom looked away and rolled his eyes, as if he had not realized that the little shit he was doing it on purpose.
"You could do it somewhere else?", Then suddenly blurted out, spreading his arms and trying to assume an expression serious. Bill opened his mouth more, almost dislocating his jaw Andreas, and pulled away, licking his lips as if a vampire ends up sucking the blood of his victim.
"Sorry about that, Kaulitz, we're leaving now," said a voice from perfect teen goose. Andreas grabbed by the hand and shook her long raven hair, turning his back on Tom and sculettando away from there.
"Aa soon, Tom," concluded Andreas.
The rasta shook his head and raised his middle finger mentally. He sat down on the wall with his legs crossed as he watched the pair of muttering balls with new friends Bill and thinking that even if he wanted, he could never to apologize.
Trümper was too asshole even for him.
**
Bill had done nothing to fix that Tom and shake his head all morning. How was it possible that nothing had happened to his pants while rubbing against Andreas? He always managed to excite everyone to just waving your hair, because Tom had done it not?
He bit his lip for the umpteenth time, by placing more feet above the counter and casually copying what was written on the blackboard.
Yet he was sure that in a way, with the fame that he brought with him, the would rise by just looking.
probably wrong. Hey, he was human, even if gnawed admit it.
He moved his head again to Tom and saw that it was looking at. Of course, he used the same play that morning, he was allowed him to look away. The
penetrated with both eyes from what had possible, viciously biting her lip and fighting with all his heart to not give up.
"Trümper!" Piped the teacher slammed her hand on the desk. Bill spun around and looked at him, cursing all the saints who knew.
"He also spends his position, but at least we want to be careful?" He asked before returning to focus on that useless explanation of atomic theory.
The Moor turned back to Tom and saw him laugh with a hideous smile victorious in the face. One of
.
**
Tom sank with violence a fork in his broccoli and carried her up to his nose, sniffing before eating that crap, of course holding my breath.
"Shame," Georg said as he tried to cut his still half-frozen fish with those unnecessary utensils. Tom nodded absently, was at least twenty minutes Georg talking nonsense without anyone was really listening.
"Shame," he repeated.
David, on the other side of the table slammed his fist on the surface, catching the eyes of James and William. And also to Tom. "You have done the fucking word again? You're making me be a headache, "exploded making everyone laugh, except George.
"I'm not talking to you."
"Then speak with who you have to talk, but do it over."
Georg let the plastic knife to break it in his hands and threw it on the ground, grabbing the fish as hard as a rock and decided to eat like the ancients. "Shame" repeated again, would that David left his head on the table and began to take a foreman.
"Kaulitz, I speak with you. David happy? "He said, turning to both.
Tom looked up, looking at George with a questioning expression. "Uhm ... ashamed?"
"Yes"
Tom swallowed and looked at James and William - David still had her face splattered on the table -.
"For what?" He asked.
"Why do not you fuck all day and lately have averaged significantly affected. What Denny and Lullaby are giving you the intelligence? "
" Georg! "
" Or you drank the brain? "
" Georg, but are you stupid? How many times have I told you not to talk about my children to school? "Said Tom quietly, trying not to hear from those at nearby tables.
David looked up and looked at George with an expression of murder. That is, he had been half an hour to repeat the word 'Shameful' and then come up with a crap like that?! Thank heaven to be at school, otherwise he would have already beaten.
"I have always gone well in math," he uttered quietly rasta, noting that he had pierced the last broccoli.
Georg stared for a moment and shook his head, standing up and grabbing the tray tightly with both hands and going to throw that stuff in the trash. Flew over the table and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
"What's the matter?" Said James pointing the door with your thumb.
Tom shrugged and went back to eat and Georg would have thought later.
"Mh," muttered William. "Yesterday you were great with Trümper.
Tom froze and looked around agitated, looking for Bill. He slammed his fist on the table and totally lost the urge to eat.
It was great? Are you kidding?!
With that gesture caught the eye of William with a withering glare at all. "Foolish", he said only, before grabbing the tray too and do the same path that George had a moment before.
"But they all have today?" Asked William.
David and James shrugged and continued eating.
**
Tom threw the cigarette on the ground and killed her with one foot. He folded his arms around his chest and leaned on the door of the car, waiting anxiously for the bell to mark the release of Denny from that asylum.
Georg had made nervous and William could save that line, because he had done even more angry.
snorted and scratched his neck. He had to apologize or take Trümper and he would feel guilty for the rest of his days. Pass all the jokes and took my ass yelled back, but when she realized that Bill's mother was a sore point for him was still wrong - for reasons of force majeure -. He enjoyed hurting people, but to a certain point.
Perhaps he had taken a little 'too personally, but it was still a good thing.
Yet he knew that Bill, if he wanted, he would take his revenge in the worst way. It seemed to have also tried this morning with Andreas in his eyes. What he thought he could do?
slammed the palm of a hand on his forehead. Too many mental saws, it was coming out crazy.
The bell saved him from that momentary attack of existential crisis and concentrated among the crowd of screaming children running about in the arms of their parents.
smiled sadly. Moms and dads together going to pick up their children, while her cubs had to be content with just a little boy dreadlocks.
"Papààààà" Denny yelled gay, coming up to him and jumped on him, at least twice as large backpack with him.
Tom smiled and held it up as a feather, kissing his cheek and moving the hair from her face. "Puppy," he said. Denny
chuckled and harpies to his neck. "I'm hungry," he said aloud, as if being heard by the rest of the people around them.
Tom grimaced fun turned to his son and pulled out of the pocket a paper bag. "Look 'that I took to my sample?", Uttered to him.
Denny's eyes lit up and grabbed her, peering inside. He threw a urletto when he found an enormous amount of candy in bulk, and all colors. "Gaccie papààà!" Cried clinging to him like a koala and filling it with kisses on the cheek.
"You like?" Asked the rasta, as if he did not know the answer.
Denny nodded and sank a hand in the bag, as he circled the car to sit behind.
"Be careful that you are a stomach ache," said Tom, given the heat that was taking his son to choose what to eat. "And save a little 'even to your sister."
Denny snorted loudly, but still came back to focus on its candy. They were so rare, the times that Tom put up a package full of crap that many opportunities were captured on the fly.
The dreadlocks tied his belt and grabbed the phone from his pocket, pressing the number of his mother.
"Hello?" Simon said, beaming as usual.
"Mami"
"Honey, did something happen? You went to take Denny? "
" Yes, no. That is, no nothing has happened and yes, I went to get Denny "He felt
Simone sigh. Every time Tom took his car in the hands of a paranoia became unmanageable.
"Anyway ...", broke the tension. "I wanted to tell you not to expect ... because I have to deal with certain things and I also harbor Denny, Lullaby is so quiet, "he said in one breath.
Simone, on the other side of the phone, she smiled. It was amazing how her son was terribly considerate toward the twins, whereas until a few years ago he was sending his entire life to hell.
"Okay, honey. But come back soon "
Tom nodded, relieved.
"You want me to prepare something special for tonight?"
"Uhm. Nah, Surprise! " smiled.
Simone giggled and greeted Tom, that he put the phone in his pocket and pulled out her diary from the bag. Quickly read what was written at the end and set into motion.
"Where addiamo?" Said Denny, with his mouth full of candy.
Tom looked at him from the mirror and puffed out his cheeks to make him laugh. "Dad has to learn to do right."
Denny coughed.
**
Bill sat up and licked her lips with one hand grasping the base of the penis of Andreas and starting to stroke it from the bottom up.
The blond groaned and was freed on his hand with a groan loud enough.
Bill laughed satisfied with the work that had reserved and moved her hair from her forehead with the fingers of the hand. "Handkerchief?" He asked calmly, as if nothing had happened.
Andreas breathed again and leaned toward the table, awkwardly, clutching a packet of handkerchiefs and throwing it to brown.
Bill smiled and wiped his hand, throwing the dirty handkerchief, and the whole package there on the ground. Andreas cats up to him and kissed him gently, rolling her eyes - out of sight - while he lay down beside her. If he was to be his day was fun while lavorarselo somehow. Also because Andreas was convinced that they were officially engaged.
And he let him believe.
"What time are you coming home?" Asked the blond stringendoselo chest and breathing in the scent of her hair. The dark
raised his arm and looked at the small silver watch that round his wrist. "Shit!"
Andreas snorted. "I bet you have to go away now," he said resignedly.
Bill smiled - a smile quite false - stood up and pulled on his jacket. "Sorry Andi, is that I'm not going to feel that pain in the ass of my father," he said with an accent falsely repentant as he lowered over him and kissed him in a whisper.
"See you tomorrow at school," he said grabbing the bag.
"Hello," said Andreas, with a hint of sadness in his voice.
Bill closed the door and slipped away without being seen by the mother of Andreas. The last thing I wanted was to greet her and hear her thoughts grind that said 'bad apathetic a fruit, is far from my son'.
went out and shrugged his jacket, decided to return to his fucking house.
**
Tom slammed his hands on the wheel again, slowly this time. They were four hours - four - who was waiting in front
home of Bill and no trace of him.
He got the car and had even rang the doorbell, but no one had opened. Then he saw a man in a suit and tie, which, if I remember correctly from the beginning of the year class councils, Jörg was to be his father into the house.
He tried in every way not to annoy Denny - that yawning already an hour - and to rethink the crap that was going to do, but nothing. By now he had decided.
guilt against him. While
to get rid of it was there before even until the following morning.
"Dad"
"I know, Didi, are waiting for some more 'and then go home," before him, before he could start yelling wanted to leave.
The blond, resigned, returned to play with her dolls and Tom sighed again, staring at the back alley from where it would have to emerge.
narrowed his eyes and, by divine grace, immediately recognized that walk as a whore, the black color of his clothing and the sparkle of her hair. And his bag of silver circles.
Well, he had not missed anything. He chuckled and opened satisfied
the door. "Didi, wait here and whatever happens, do not move," he said harshly, considering the hypothesis that one of them would have started a fistfight.
Denny nodded, without even really listening to him, and returned to focus on what he was doing before.
The rasta got out and walked behind Bill, with the intent to take it and bring it back in the alley.
He approached stealthily until he was in his ribs and waited for the right moment to take it from behind and put a hand in front the mouth.
Bill opened his eyes and shouted, in vain, wriggling and dropping the bag on the floor. Tom pulled him up to that alley and slammed hard to the wall, freeing up the mouth of the dark from his hand and giving it the ability to recognize it. "Sorry," he said without being heard.
"But I say, what the hell you jumped into your head?" Bill piped, pushing him away.
Tom looked at him and silenced him with serious eyes, pressing both hands on the wall at the sides of his head, so that he could not escape.
"What I am about to do must not get out of this fucking dead," he muttered looking at the ground and pretending not to be totally embarrassed or in distress.
Bill opened his mouth in disbelief. What was it? Kaulitz happened to be drunk the brain?
"M-sorry-for example-but for your mother and the other young days, he pulled out with difficulty, immediately remove from the wall to watch Bill in the eye.
The Moor did not answer, just stood staring in disbelief even more than before. He did not move, do not slam edge, not even breath. The Rasta
made his eyes jump between Bill, the soil and the wall, before deciding to leave.
O-now I must go, "uttered timidly, trying to find peace.
had made it, had apologized. Now the ghost of Bill would not have more tormented. Two days and a night were more than enough.
Bill followed him with his eyes until he reached the car and opened the door.
"Dad!" Felt come inside and froze on the spot. Daddy?, Repeated mentally.
Tom looked inside and smiled, then turned his gaze back to Bill, struck for the umpteenth time, and jumped. He went and looked at the dark until the old Volkswagen disappeared around the corner, completely motionless.
He felt a strong urge to cry, but he restrained himself. God, how he wanted to smash his face.
But it was so nice to come and apologize.
And Tom had a kid by chance?
shook his head violently and ran to his bag, grabbing her and taking the keys.
opened the door and slammed violently soon after.
"Bill?"
"Fuck you Dad, leave me alone!"
Jörg opened his eyes, ladle in hand, and all that it was only after he heard the sound of lime that crumbles when Bill also slammed the door of his room.
Notes: As I said, this is a chapter of way since I started describing the different ways of waking up in the morning, so I tried to outline the best characters of both - so even if Tom is alone with his little children, I seems obvious -. Then "guilt" has run its course. In the last chapter I forgot to tell you that this story is written with the intention to help you relax, make you say "oh how nice, I have nothing to do, now I turn the computer and read Incomplete". Bye bye \u0026lt;3
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