My first Tokio Hotel fic =D. I've heard a few of their songs, but this was a request by a special someone for his OC, Ryuuji Hideki, to be paired with our favorite gangster twin. So, Ryuuji doesn't belong to me, Tokio Hotel doesn't belong to me, but the smutty goodness? That's all mine. ;O Don't worry, I'll share. Enjoy~

"This isn't just a joke, you know." Bill sighed and rubbed his temples. "I know you don't stress over things, but this is-"

"I know, I know." Tom groaned and hung his head back. He was lounging in a chair, his typical baggy clothing hanging off his thin frame while Bill was standing in front of him, arms crossed and an exasperated look on his porcelain face. Tom waved a hand. "It's important, I get it, but I'm not going to run around getting gray hairs because of a concert."

"It's not just a...!" Bill shook his head. "Sometimes I really wonder about you."

The more laid-back of the brothers flashed a grin. "That's why you love me."

Rolling his eyes, the younger Kaulitz turned on his heel and headed out the door. "And don't use Ryuuji more than you need to. He's helpful and you always have him doing such meaningless tasks."

"But that's what makes it fun," Tom muttered to himself, looking around. "Speaking of where did he get to? Ryuuji!"

Only a few moments after the name was called, a boy stuck his head in the star's dressing room. Light brown hair fell messily into striking green eyes as the group's sound manager glanced to Tom. A mix of the twins' styles, Ryuuji's clothes weren't skin tight, but they showed off enough to tempt many in for a closer look. If his vibrant features weren't enough, the 22-year old had, over the years, littered his face and body with piercings. Both his lip and his tongue were decorated with the glint of metal, as well as several spots in his ears. Under the clothing, a naval ring could be found along with several kanji tattoos up his right arm, depicting lyrics that he held close to his heart. Another, stray tattoo of an upward arrow crossed over his right eye.

"You called?" Ryuuji entered the room fully and closed the door behind him.

"Bill told me not to send you on anymore 'meaningless tasks'," the brunette said. Before Ryuuji could get a word in, he continued. "So, go make sure all the wires and cords are bundled correctly and all the spares are labeled and organized alphabetically."

Ryuuji's shoulders slumped forward. "But didn't Bill just say-"

"It's important," Tom assured him. "After you're done that, clean my guitar."

"Clean your..." Ryuuji sighed and shook his head. What was wrong with these people? "Alright, alright."

Tom let a smirk glimpse across his lips. "I'll make it worth your while."

The older one immediately flushed and turned his attention to the doorknob, lightly running his thumb over it. "Oh...?"

"Mmhmm. First, though, you gotta go do that stuff." The older twin chuckled as he heard Ryuuji mutter under his breath and quickly leave the room. He leaned back again and let out a content sigh. Everyone else might be stressed about the big concert coming up, but he was having the time of his life.

A few hours later, Ryuuji was finished with his apparently significant orders and set out to track down his secret lover. Tom and he had been working together for quite some time, and Ryuuji was more of family to the brothers than their employee. He traveled with them everywhere and stayed with them in hotels and so it was inevitable that he would get a little more than close with one of them. Of all the members, though, he hadn't expected Tom to be the one to show an interest. The gangster-dressed twin didn't seem to show an interest in anyone, really, and so Ryuuji was extremely surprised to have the other approach him.

Tom wasn't a walk in the park, though. He wasn't bossy or controlling, but he loved to tease Ryuuji to no end and send him on the most irrelevant tasks that ended up just being a huge waste of time for the younger one's amusement. Still, he made up for his frustrating personality in the most pleasurable of ways. Ryuuji was satisfied and Tom was entertained; the two got along splendidly.

Sighing to himself, Ryuuji scanned the empty auditorium. He couldn't believe the biggest concert of the year was really being held inside, but the unpredictable weather this time of the year threatened to rain out their party and so they were forced to relocate indoors. Not that the space wasn't large enough-- three decks of seats wrapped around the huge stage, the highest balcony jutting forward to cast a shadow on those below and provide extra ceiling for lighting.

The stage itself was quite a hike to traverse across, and Ryuuji wondered where Bill got the stamina he did to race across the area song after song. Now walking across it himself, Ryuuji checked the microphone, speakers, and sound board for any loose wires or connections. Deeming everything fit for practice, the sound manager grabbed a length of wire from his pocket and plugged it into an amp. Trailing the cord to a meticulously-cleaned guitar, Ryuuji bent down to hook up the instrument.

Before he could tug the cord the short rest of the way, it was nearly ripped from his hands. Holding on tightly, the green-eyed boy snapped his head up to find a smirking twin on the other end, black wire dangling playfully between his fingers.

"Tom," Ryuuji sighed, "give me the cord."

The band member gave a thoughtful look for a moment before grinning again. "Nah." To emphasize his point, he gave a small tug to the wire in their hands.

Giving an impatient look, Ryuuji approached the younger one, grasping the cord right before it disappeared into Tom's hand. "Can you at least let me do my job?"

The long-haired twin refused to release the captive wires and instead backed Ryuuji into a wall, twisting the cord around his hand along the way. He grinned and, without a word, crushed his lips against the other's. He immediately felt the fight leave Ryuuji and pressed the kiss, tugging at the shorter one's lip ring with his teeth.

Groaning softly, Ryuuji's hand remained tightly gripping the guitar's cord, a mini game of tug-of-war occurring while the two battled quickly for dominance of the kiss. Coming out unvictorious, Ryuuji submitted to his lover, his eyes fluttering shut. A low moan escaped his lips as Tom's tongue twirled around his own, paying special attention to the piercing protruding from the muscle.

As Ryuuji and Tom became absorbed in each other, observant eyes set in a pale face watched from backstage. Crossing his arms over his chest, Bill turned from the scene and headed from the auditorium, unsure of what he had just seen, but positive that both Tom and Ryuuji had some explaining to do.

Dun dun dunnnnnnn. That's what you get for keeping secrets. =3 Read on~