The results of a concert

By

Belle. A. Lestrange.

The concert pumped adrenaline through his veins as he ran a hand through his gelled forest of jet-black hair. He sang out to his heart's content, dropping to his knees in front of his twin. Bill smiled through the lyrics, Tom was murdering his guitar like his life depended on it. He didn't even need to look at the guitar-strings, which was a good thing too considering he couldn't keep his eyes off of his brother any longer. He had resisted the urge for the majority of the concert, but now that he was here in front of him, on his knees, provocative images swam through his mind at all the other things Bill could do to him in that position. Tom bit on his lip ring and ripped out another several complex chords as "Reden" came to a close. As the band took a breather Tom watched from under the brim of his hat as Bill bowed low to the audience, flashing his twin a fine view of his tight arse. Tom felt his face flush as he wiped his now sweaty brow. His heart hammered in his chest, but he consoled himself that it was just the adrenaline rush from finishing yet another song. The roar of the thousands of adoring fans rattled in his ears and Bill thanked them for their support. Tom swallowed as he twisted a stray dreadlock back beneath his cap, his tongue flicking out to tease his lip ring. Bill blew kisses to their fans and they roared even more. "I think the crowd wants us to do one last song" Bill beamed, his smiled brighter than the stage lights as he turned to confirm with the rest of the band "what do you think?"

Tom tensed slightly as Bill had directed the question specifically to him. He suddenly felt very naked and exposed as he searched for words to say. "Uh ... if you're up for it I think we can manage" Tom smiled his signiture slow, sexy smile, as he held his brother's gaze for a moment longer than needed.

"Oh alright" cried Gustav "we know you want to, Bill, go for it!" he grinned as he prepared himself for a final song.

"Thanks guys you're the best" he flicked his tongue piercing in between his teeth, not noticing how Tom squirmed slightly, "I feel in the mood for 'Scream' ... that's cool right?" the other three nodded "awesome!" the bouncing, black-haired boy took center stage and their next song began.

The song was like a drug within Tom's veins he ripped his guitar strings with so much passionate force he feared he would he them snap half-way through their finale. Bill on the other hand was having the time of his life, like he did every concert. He loved to bounce about the mic stand, and roam the stage with his long, graceful legs, but most importantly he loved to roam around Tom. He would step up behinid him, a hair breadth between their bodies, he'd sling an arm around his brother's shoulders and pull his closer as he strung his chords, he would sing his heart out to his brother, for his brother, ONLY his brother. He knew that if he didn't have his brother on stage he would lose it completely. His twin was his focus point, the one person he knew cherished every one of his performances. It made his heart skip a beat just thinking about it as his voice resounded through the speakers and amplifiers. Bill was right. As he sang Tom felt his ears fill with his brother's charming voice, it strung his heartstrings as slammed down on his guitar. He loved his baby brother's performances and didn't even mind that he would come up behind him and visibly coddle with him. In fact, he welcomed it. And if ever a performance would near the end without a "coddle session" Tom would silently pray that at least by the end of the song SOME physical contact was made. "Scream" ended without any physical contact, and least to say, Tom was in a mood as soon as they entered the shadows backstage. He climbed into the car in silence and stared glumly out of the window, not bothering to join in the conversation the other three were having. He walked through the hotel without talking, shoulders hunched and steps quick and pulsing with anger. Bill frowned after his brother in the lobby, as his brother made for the lifts. He turned to Gustav and Georg "I'll see you guys later, I need to check on Tom"

"Yeah he's in a mood" Gustav commented before patting Bill's shoulder "well we're going to the club a few blocks away. Call if you need back-up" and with a grin he vanished through the swinging doors, dragging Georg with him.

Bill watched them go before looking over his shoulder. The DING of the lifts rang in his ear, he ran across the lobby and just managed to slide through the closing doors and join Tom withint he confined space. Tom almost had a heart attack when Bill slipped in through the closing doors like liquid jet, but made sure not to allow his features to show his emotions. Instead he pursed his lips tighter and glared off to one corner. Bill frowned down at his twin. Drawing in a long calming breath, he braced himself for an attack as he swung around in front of his brother, in a childish manner "Tomiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" he whined cupping his brother's face in his hands "what's wrong? Have I upset you? I didn't mean to, Tomi, don't be mad" Bill whimpered as he snuggled up against his brother's chest, though he had to crouch slightly to do so.

Tom fought the urge to smile lightly. He just couldn't be mad at Bill, not when he was being this cute. He felt his anger ebb away as he wrapped his arms around his brother and held him close, sighing contently as he nuzzled Bill's stiff black hair. This all he had wanted on stage. His heart drummed as he held his twin close, his fingers squeezing the younger boy tightly, as if he were afraid he would vanish if he let him go. "I'm not mad, Billa, never mad"

Bill stood up and pouted "well you looked like it" he humphed in a cute voice, jutting out his bottom lip, his round brown eyes drawing Tom in.

"Well I thought I had done something to offend you, because you didn't coddle me on stage like you normally do" as soon as the words were out of his mouth, Tom knew how lame they sounded. He flushed and looked anywhere but at his twin.

Bill cocked a teasing eyebrow and flicked his tongue ring out "oh really? So you don't hate when I coddle you on stage as much as you claim?" he advanced closer to Tom, so close that they could smell each other's faintly sweaty aroma.

"N-no" Tom stammered biting his lip ring nervously. The thoughts swimming through his mind were wrong. SO wrong! He licked his lips. His eyes were wide as he unconsciously noted the space between himself and his twin shrink. He swallowed thickly, his back pressing up against the cool, metal walls of the lift. Bill leant over him, his arm holding his weight as he leant in close to Toms face. "Billa ... what are you doing?" Tom gasped when Bill's hand snaked out and touched his exposed hipbone lightly. Bill didn't answer, he merely watched Tom's reaction with a tender face as he placed his whole palm upon the top of Tom's hip. "B-Billa-?"

"Mmm?" Bill hummed innocently, raising his eyebrows in a questioning manner. "What is it?" he breathed, his breath grazing against Tom's neck. A shrill ding resounded above them. Tom pushed past Bill, not caring if it was the right floor or not, and breathed a sigh of relief. Bill followed him out, the fading frown on his features. Bouncing on the balls of his feet he placed his hands on Tom's shoulders and bounced up and down on the spot, a wide grin on his face. "Tomi let's play!" Bill squealed excitedly.

Tom shook his head "Bill it's nearly one in the morning, that traffic was sheer murder. Please, I just want to sleep" Tom had to look away in another direction when Bill's face visibly fell, his brown eyes shining with sadness.

"B-b-but ... but ... "

Tom held up his hand and shook his head "no Billa, I am really tired, I plucked my fingers raw tonight" to emphasise his point he popped his fore finger into his mouth and made his way to the room at the end of the hallway, Bill close on his heels. Tom inserted his key-card and entered the room. Bill followed like a puppy-dog. Tom turned to face him a frown on his face. "Billa why are you following me?"

Bill looked down at his feet "um ..." he shifted slightly "I kindda ... moved-my-stuff-in-with-yours-and-canceled-the-payment-on-my-room" the younger twin blurted out in a hurried breath.

Tom blinked, making sense of the gibberish his brother had just muttered. Shaking his head full of dreadlocks he sighed "and yet you find fractions difficult" he looked up at Bill's protest with a grin. Bill saw Tom's lips crawl up slowly into his sexy, signature smile and almost felt his knees give way. He followed Tom into the room and sat awkwardly on the sofa, as though not knowing what to do. Tom dumped his hats and guitar on the small counter above the minibar, before frowning at his brother's tense figure. "What's wrong Billa? Why do you look nervous? I'm not about to eat you" Tom laughed awkwardly, trying to rid himself of his "dreams" and thoughts from before, during and after the concert.

Bill bowed his head slightly as the string of words Tom lulled out. "That wouldn't be so bad" he breathed to himself, making sure that Tom wouldn't hear him. He couldn't know. He wouldn't feel the same and would most likely disown their close brotherhood. Plastering a grin onhis face, for fear that he had been silent too long, Bill bounced up and strutted past Tom, making sure to brush against him lightly, his fingers skimming Tom's hand as he walked past, before squealing "dibs on BATHROOM!" and slamming said door in his face. Tom groaned and jiggled the doorknob. No luck.

"BILLA! BILLA! OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW! !!!"

On the other side of the door Bill snickered before purring "Oh big brother, I love it when you scream my name like that. I just love to make you scream my name!"

The banging fists stopped. Bill's eyes popped wide open. He had only just realised what he had said, a little too late. He frantically tried to unlock the bathroom door, his manicured nails scraping against the woodwork and metal before a sharp 'click' signified the door unlocking. Finally the door released him and he fell outside, colliding into his twin and sending them both to the floor. Tom blinked through a hazy black fog. A heavy weight rested upon him, effectively pinning him to the floor. Coughing slightly he looked up into his twins eyes and flushed. He swallowed thickly at the position they were in; Tom propping himself on his elbows, Bill loosely straddling his waist, bracing himself up on his arms that were on either side of Tom's torso. Both just stared at one another, not knowin what to do, neither wanting to make the first move. Tom decided to be the sensible one, as he was the eldest. Placing a hand over Bill's heart, unintentionally of course, he gave a small push, easing themselves into an even worse position of Bill sitting facing Tom in said twin's lap. Tom realised his mistake too late when he felt his baggy trousers tighten even more than they had on-stage. He wriggled slightly and then froze. Was that ...? No it couldn't be. Tom hesitated before directing his eyes downwards. It was confirmed; Bill was sporting an erection that looked painful strained against his tight, skinny jeans. "Billa ...?"

"Yes Tomi?" Bill whimpered slightly, trying to keep the strain out of his voice without much success. His arms were wrapped loosely around Tom's neck in an affectionate manner, although he squirmed when Tom readjusted their positions once again so that he could accomodate Bill's weight.

"Why are you ... erm ... h-hard?" it took a lot of effort for Tom to stutter those words. He had occassionally dreamt asking that question, however the situation and positions had been entirely different. Bill squirmed in his twins lap. Tom groaned wincing as it came out as a moan, "Billa ..." he gasped.

Bill cupped Tom's face in his hand, looking him dead in the eye "did I hurt you, Tomi?"

Tom shook his head "n-n-no-ummmmmm" Tom let the moan float through his lips. He couldn't help it. He couldn't resist the urge to gently rock his hips.

Bill, to Tom's surprise, ground against him in reply. "F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-uck! T-Tomi ... what're you-?"

Tom suddenly felt a knot form in his chest. This WASN'T RIGHT! He jerked out from under his brother and backed up into the alcove that they used as a closet to dump their coats after a show. He stared at Bill with wide eyes. "I ... er ... SHIT!" was the last thing out of his mouth before he ran to the bedroom and slammed the door shut.

Bill stared after his brother with wide, sparkling eyes and a suffocating heart. Had he just ruined the best friendship-relationship he had ever had in his life. Sighing, Bill bowed his head to his chest and decided he would go into the bathroom and take his make-up and hair products off of his body. That should give Tom enough time to cool down and regain his composure.

~*~

Tom sat on the end of his bed, hunched over with his head in his hands. There was no way in this lifetime that their relationship would be the same ever again. Bill was his soul mates, but not just in a brotherly sense, and now he was positive that Bill felt the same way as he did. He couldn't decide whether he was happy or angry at the fact. He pulled at his dreadlocks continuously, trying to decide what should be done next. He couldn't spend the rest of his life locked up in a hotel room. Pinching the bridge of his nose he sucked on his lip-ring and felt his nerves jignle about in a frenzy. This was not good. Deciding he may as well 'face the music' and stood up heavily from the bed. He passed the mirror on his way towards the door and grimaced. He might as well change clothes since he was in here, he didn't want to have an argument with his twin in shabby, sweaty clothes. It would only make him more angry for some reason. He pulled his baggy shirt over his head and threw it into a corner, his trousers, boxers, socks and shoes followed. Diving into his suitcase he withdrew a bggy pair of cotton pyjama pants and a fluffy, soft grey T-Shirt, extra-extra-large of course. He gripped the doorknob and inhaled deeply before stepping out into the small lounging area that seperated the bedroom from the kitchen and bathroom. Bill was already sitting on the small sofa, legs crossed in front of him as he flicked through the numerous channels on the television, his mouth hanging open slightly. Tom swallowed thickly before forcing his lips to work "Billa" he cursed his voice for raising several octaves at the most inoppurtune moment.

Bill slowly turned his head to face his twin and he couldn't keep the beautiful, somewhat shy, smile from gracing his kissable pink lips. "Hey, you took your time" he breathed lightly, concern powdering his voice. Tom offered him a small smile. That seemed to satisfy Bill as he patted the small space beside him, inviting his twin to sit down. Tom frowned slightly but obeyed. Why was Bill acting so calm and genile, as though nothing had happened? He sat down next to his twin and tensed slightly when Bill slid around slightly and pulled Tom back against his chest, both slouching almost lying one on top of the other. Bill chuckled, the action vibrating through Tom's chest. It was oddly comforting. "Why so tense Tomi?" Bill purred lightly into Tomi's ear. Tom flushed as Bill's slender hands began to massage the knots from his shoulders. He hummed pleasurably, tilting his head back into the crook of Bill's neck. Bill rested the side of his face against Tom's and breathed gently, his breath ghosting down Tom's neck, causing the latter to shiver. Silence passed between them for a few timeless minutes until Bill spoke up. "Tomi, you know we're close?"

"Uh huh" Tom nodded, everyone knew they were close. Especially since Bill had said that if he were a vampire and had to choose someone to bite to live with him forever, he would chose Tom. Then again Tom had reciprocated by stating one of their birthdays that the best birthday present he had ever gotten came ten minutes after he was born, his baby brother Bill.

"Well ... lately ... I've thought about our relationship and closeness and stuff and ..."

Tom felt his brother tense up beneath him. He turned onto his side, sliding between the back of the sofa and his twin "Billa?"

"No let me say it" Bill looked as though he had tears in his eyes, it was a good thing he had removed all of his make-up for the night. He sniffed and continued "we always say how no one will ever come between us, that we're best friends and are soulmates ... and lately I've been thinking about you ... in different ways to before ..."

"Billa what are you saying?" Tom whispered coaxingly.

"I'm saying ..." the singer's voice became strangled as tears threatened to appear "I ... I'm saying t-that ... why not make it officially official betwen us ..."

Tom's heart sped up. Was his little Billa really saying these words. He felt pure happiness and also uncerntainity and a new-fangled fear ripple through his blood. "Billa-"

Bill was on his feet, surprising his twin who remained on the sofa, and began pacing in front of the sofa, playing with his bottom lip; on eof his many nervous habits, "I know it sounds stupid and I'm probably ruining what we have as I speak but the thing is ... Tom I think I'm in love with you" Bill slammed his eyelids shut and expected a sharp blow to connect with his body. Several moments passed and no collision came. He cracked an eyelid open and relaxed his hunched shoulders when he saw Tom bent over his knees on the edge of the bed, his head bowed to shield his face. Bill felt his heart beat dully within him. This was it. He had pushed his limit at long last. "T-T-Tomi?" he cautiously crossed over so that he was standing in front of his brother before placing a hand on his shoulder.

As soon as the contact was made Bill yelped as Tom grabbed his wrist and slammed his back-down on the sofa. He stared up into Tom's bright eyes with his own deep brown ones. "T-Tomi ...?"

Tom laid heavily down on Bill's and curled his arms underneath Bill's now feather-soft gel-less hair. "Billa did you expect me to beat you or something?"

Bill bit his bottom lips "n-no"

Tom cocked an eyebrow with a sly grin "yes you did!" he gave a grin and pulled his brother in a tight embrace "you daft sod! Why would I hit you?"

Billa blinked down at his brother and began ranting, his voice a high squeak, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'WHY WOULD I HIT YOU?' I JUST TOLD YOU THAT I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU!!! I DESERVE TO BE BEATEN TO A BLOODY PULP FOR THIS!!!"

Tom watched his brother's frenzy with an amused glint in his chocolate brown eyes. Biting his lip ring, arms folded over his chest, he grinned "you done yet?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Bill's frown became deeper "wh-what are you- WHY ARE YOU SO CALM?!"

Tom forced his brother down against his chest with a chuckle "because, you daft baby, I ... feel the same"

Bill's eyes sprang wide as he buried his face against his brother's toned chest. Tom's fingers were tangled within his black hair and stroking his scalp lovingly. Bill couldn't get his voice to work so he settled for slumping to his knees, wrapping his arms around Tom's knees and rested his head against a VERY inappropriate part of Tom's neather-regions. Sobs wracked through his body and he began to shake. Tom groaned lightly placing a tight hand on Bill's shoulder to steady himself as he tilted his head back. He COULD NOT get an erection NOW! Unfortunately the God's were not on his side. Bill sniffled slightly as he felt something hard nudge his cheek. He assumed it was just Tom's hipbone but when he drew his head back he saw Tom's trousers tenting upwards. He bit back a giggle. He looked up at Tom "I know you're happy that I love you, but isn't this a bit much?"

Tom growled low in his throat as he dropped forward onto his knees, effectively straddling Bill's waist and pinning the latter to the floor. Bill squeaked in surprise and stared up at his brother with a surprised expression on his face. The lustful hunger that flowed from between Tom's eyelashes only served to cause Bill to grow an erection, though nowhere near as big and thick as his brother's. He groaned. He had always secretly envied his well-endowed brother. His cock was at least five centimetres longer than his own. Tom knelt right over Bill, forcing the latter flat on his back, before he forced their mouths together. It was so awkward at first, both were slightly hesitant and unsure of how much of this was real and how much was a dream. Finally they melted into a tender kiss when both decided it was not a dream. Bill grinned into the kiss as he cupped Tom's face in his hands, forcing him lower down into the kiss. Tom accepted willingly his tongue plunging in and out of Bill's burning mouth at a cruel pace. He wanted to lap up as much of his baby brother as he could get. It wasn't enough, Bill ground thier hips together so that their erections rubbed harshly against one another. Tom groaned as Bill bit onto his lipring and tugged lightly, the pain burning into pleasure. "Billa-" Tom panted.

"Y-yes Tomi?"

"On your front" Tom growled.

"W-what?"

"Get on your front. Now" Bill barely had time to open his mouth and form a reply because before he knew it he felt the floor connect with his chest as he was spun over onto his front. He whimpered as his erection throbbed beneath his now raised hips as his pyjama bottoms were ripped off.

"Oh Gods Tomi what are you doing to me?" Bill bit down on his tongue as his legs were eased apart gently by Tom's hand sliding up between his thigh's. A quiver ran down his spine as he felt Tom's breath ghost over his buttocks. "Tomi please ..."

Tom didn't know a more pleasurable sound than hearing his brother beg him. It was something he had longed to hear for over three years now. He pried his brother's buttocks apart and slipped his tongue within his tight entrance. Bill moaned and shivered as Tom's tongue writhed within his entrance. He pushed back against Tom's mouth and heard his brother chuckle as his strong hands squeezed Bill's thighs. Tom bit down onto Bill's arse and smirked when a yelp rewarded his ears. "Now are you sure you want to carry on? I don't want to do anything you'll later regret"

Bill reached over his back and enlaced his fingers within his brother's. They looked into one another's eyes "I love you Tomi, please ... I want you to be my first"

Tom felt his cock ache between his legs "do you want prep or not?"

Bill shook his head "I want it rough" he black fingernails gripped into the carpet he knelt on "pleeeeeeeeeease Tomi I need you so bad!"

Tom grinned and straightened up, shifting forward on his knees and wrestling with the drawstrings of his bottoms. Dropping his pants to his knees he gripped Bill's thighs tightly and positioned himself at Bill's entrnace. "Last chance?"

"Fuck me Tomi!"

Tom smirked "as you wish" he brushed the tip of his erection against Bill's entrance. Bill moaned, his own erection throbbing. Tom didn't move and so Bill pushed back against his twin, effectively enveloping Tom's cock within his tight, hot body. He shuddered as Bill's muscles tightened around his member. He waited for a few minutes allowing Bill to adjust to his length before pulling out slightly and ramming home with such force that Bill jerked at the sudden contact with a grunt of passion. He began to pound into his baby brother, at a fast pace, enjoying the way Bill's head would jerk each time he rammed into him. Bill grunted and moaned in utter passion as he felt his muscles quiver as he held himself up. He felt Tom's fingers grip his hips tightly, pulling him backwards while Tom thrust himself forward. A blindingly fast rhythm began between the two boys', both moaning and biting into their lips and piercings. Tom's hand snaked around Bill's waist, wrapped his long, slender fingers around Bill's erection and began to pump him roughly, smirking as the pre-cum soaked over his fingers. Bill felt Tom's weight against his back as the older twin leant over his on all-fours, his thrusts deepening each time, while he rested his chin in the crook of Bill's neck. Bill eased his neck to one side, exposing the creamy white skin, and giving his twin access to do whatever he wished. Tom smirked lightly before turning his lips to Bill's pulsepoint and beginning to suck hungrily on the soft skin.

"Oh Gott, Tomi!" Bill gasped and then moaned, his eyelids fluttering closed.

Tom leant backwards and then began biting a trail down Bill's spine. Bill arched his back into the bites before pushing his arse back against Tom's wide cock. "Say my name again, Billa"

"Tom-i-i-i-i-i!" Bill screamed, thrusting his head back and forcing himself roughly back against Tom. Bill continued to moan Tom's name as Tom pounded against his sensitive spot. "Oh Gott Tomi!!!"

"Fuck Billa, scream for me again!" Tom grunted as he felt himself reaching his limit.

"I'm close T-Tomi"

"Come for me, Billa!"

Bill moaned loudly as he felt Tom burst inside him, filling him with his hot seed. The sensation was so exhilirating that Bill released himself within Tom's pumping hand. Both boys' shuddered as they collapsed; Bill flat out onto the floor on his front and Tom collapsing heavily on top of him. Tom let out a shaky breath, a contentful smile playing on his lips. He pressed a tender kiss to Bill's shoulder, and felt his heart skip a beat when Bill curled his fingers through his own. Bill's head was on one side as he rested his on the carpet. Tom turned his head to the left so that they were looking deeply into one another's eyes. Tom saw Bill's face relax entirely, it made him smile to think that he was the one to relieve his twin of such stresses like those one would get at a concert, and avoiding hoards and hoards of manic fans. He shifted out of his brother, apologising as his twin groaned in protest, and laid down on his side, cuddled up so close to Bill that he may as well have been a second skin. With his left hand he reached up and brushed Bill's sweaty fringe out of his deep, brown eyes. Clearing his husky throat Tom whispered, "did you enjoy that?"

Bill swallowed and emitted a strangled sound, before blushing having not quite regained the ability to talk just yet. He settled for nodding. Tom smiled and draped his left arm around his twin's shoulders, hugging him tightly against his own body. Bill snuffled against Tom, his lips lowering to brush Tom's tan collarbone. Tom let out a shuddering breath as he tilted his head back slightly. His finger's tangled within Bill's long, silky black hair. "B-Billa-a-a-" he moaned in a hushed tone.

"Tomi ..." Tom looked down when Bill's breat hitched slightly.

"Yes Billa?" he breathed, stroking his fingers around Bill's ear.

Bill swallowed not sure if he wanted to speak the next few words. Taking a deep breath he opened his lips, "be with me?"

"I am with you" Tom smiled gently.

Bill shook his head "no I mean ... I can't just be your brother ... not after tonight ... I want to be your lover too" Tom paused for a moment to bite on his lip ring. Bill swallowed. He hadn't pushed his limit, had he? Tom pursed his lips, and rolled up so that he was in a sitting position, knees bent, elbows resting on them, and head bowed slightly. Bill pushed himself up too, but made sure not to touch his twin. He took another breath, clicking his tongue piercing against his teeth. "I went too far, didn't I?" he asked solemnly.

Tom sighed lightly, "no, baby, you didn't" he muttered reaching behind him and entwining his fingers with Bill's and squeezing them gently. Bill smiled gently as he shifted forwards, wrapping his arm around Tom's chest and rested his chin in the crook of Tom's neck.

"I love you Tomi"

Tom breathed a smile, turned his head side-ways and pressed a kiss to Bill's temple, "I love you too Billa" Tom began to rock backwards and forwards gently as Bill shifted closer, wincing as his butt stung, before half-laying in Tom's lap, as the latter turned to rest back against the sofa. Bill closed his eyes sleepily, his arms snuggly around Tom's waist. He soon drifted off to sleep. Tom stayed awake for a few minutes more, stroking Bill's hair before he, too, retreated into sleep.

Neither boy heard or even noticed when 'the G's' walked in at three o'clock in the morning, saw them and went a sickly pale-green colour, clutching their stomach and running back to their own room. After throwing up all the booze they had drunken earlier, Gustav turned to Georg and muttered meekly, "I'm never drinking again" Georg merely nodded in agreement before passing out in the bath-tub.

THE END.

A/N: Well this is my first Tokio Hotel fanfic and it took me a week to write because I wanted it JUST right. Reviews are very welcome, any idea's for more Tokio Hotel fanfics are also welcome!

~ Belle x