The Pianist

by TurtlePornYolo

He's a man who lives to die everyday. Tom had spent his days bathing in sex, money, and fame; but pleasure tends to lose its charm, especially as an immortal vampire. How can Tom not take advantage of a second world war? He plays dress up in a Nazi uniform, and dances in human politics. But it's no longer fun and games when he finds his equal in a concentration camp, that "Harry."

1. Chapter 1

It was then I saw him across from me, on the other side, standing in a row. He was behind the fence, and I, free. But I wasn't really free, I was confined, and maybe playing a game. But it was real life to them, the stripped lines coating the shivering bodies. And I think I saw it, when he clenched his hands against the cold. I wondered how warm they were, if I could feel them, and what they would do curling against my neck. For a split second, I felt something other than cold. Something about it pushed me, and I wanted to play.

It was so easy for it to happen, and maybe a part of me was disappointed. But I had him under me, not in a way that I had hoped, but better. He was working for me, under my orders, and I had him where I wanted him to be. Listening, and watching. Then it happened, fingers fluttering,and caressing porcelain, passion filling the room. It was the sound of music, and to me it was sex. I was bending, sighing, brushing against the keys, and I couldn't stop. The music, it was enchanting, so enticing. And I felt the notes thrumming into my core. and my body couldn't keep up. But I kept going, and my fingers twisted and turned, flying in the air, tasting every key, reaching every note.

When I stopped, I wasn't sure if it was sense of insecurity that I felt, or smugness when I had realized his eyes was on me. I turned, matching his gaze. I think he realized what he was doing was not correct, but neither was my reaction to simply breath in silence was. I wasn't going to punish him, and I think he realized it too when his eyes danced with mine. But he turned away, dismissing whatever it was, and resumed to his work. It was then that I realized, all of it was too real for him. This was his life, and I was here making a mockery of it, foolishly playing games, and for what?