Disclaimer: I do not own tokio hotel, this is completely fake and i do not mean anything by it. Though based on real people this story is completely untrue, apparently people don't seem to realized the FICTION in FanFiction

Violation

It was nearly an hour before show time in the beautiful country of Spain. In his dressing room, the young lead singer Bill Kaulitz was doing some final touch ups on his famous eye makeup and spraying together his notorious foot high hair style. He was there for a Spanish interview, his first one by himself. Tom and the rest of the guys were still in Germany getting some things put together and would be arriving the next afternoon to meet up with Bill for a small concert in Madrid. Small was really an understatement for the band since most of the Tokio Hotel shows sold out within an hour after being available. For the guys, it was just another day at work.

For the most part, Bill was very calm and tranquil as he was getting ready. His feisty and hyperactive personality would easily turn into nerves at this point during a pre-interview and would almost cause him to break down before anything even happened. Then it would be up to Tom to calm his brother down and bring him back down to Earth. But he wasn't here. Not right now at least. So it had taken all the strength in Bill's body to remain under control during his brother's absence. Luckily, he had Tobi the security manager to aid him and keep all the crazy fan girls away.

Once the last of the hairspray was used up, he was finally all finished with himself. Looking the wall clock, he went over to the dressing room door and locked it so no one else would come in. With his back against the wall, he reached into his back pocket to retrieve a small photo. It was a picture of Tom that he always carried around whenever he was alone somewhere, so he always knew that his angel was with him at all times. It was one of his favorites too. In the picture, Tom posed like he was a marble statue of a Greek God with his bare chest and six pack perfectly sculpted. His dreads free from any hat or ponytail, loose and around his face. His soft smirk and penetrating eyes always made Bill swoon with pleasure. Especially when the light was directed just right to hit his lip ring; it gave off an almost magical, hypnotic shine that absolutely made anyone melt through the floor. Beautiful: the one word that can be described of Tom. And Bill had him all to himself.

The clock read 25 minutes till the show started. In his mind, he calculated how much time he really had. Once it started, there was a two minute break and then Tobi just informed him that a surprise guest goes on before him. So in reality, Bill had at least another forty minutes to himself. He glanced back down at Tom's picture. On the back it read: Don't miss me too much, I love you, Tom. But deep down, Bill just couldn't handle the solitude any longer.

Forty minutes alone? he thought, fuck it, I don't care.

In one swift move, he moved from the wall to sitting on the overstuffed, velvety sofa, digging into his pants to salvage his dick. Thrusting his head back, his hand was put in motion. Velvet turned into extreme nothingness like a floating sensation as he pictured his twin on top and inside of him. Going about with such fire and power and somewhat rapid just as Bill liked it. He was moaning softly so no one could hear him express his satisfaction. Then he flexed his neck back to normal position to find white globs excreted from his penis on his hand, the floor and unfortunately the picture.

"Oh I know you love it," he whispered sensually to the photo, "let's do it again Tomi."

But before he could continue to please himself again, there was a loud knock at the door. Flustered and in a panic, Bill cleaned up after himself and had to figure a way to "calm himself down." The knocking grew more furious as time ticked away.

"I'm coming, I'm coming! Shit!" shouted Bill. After he was settled, he went to go see the stranger at the door. To his surprise, Bushido, the famed German rapper stood in front of him. Apparently he was the surprise guest before him. Oh how "overjoyed" Bill was to see him.

"Hello Bill," he bellowed in his deep voice, "is this a bad time? I can come back later."

"No of course not, please come in," replied Bill, as he moved out of the way for Bushido's gorilla like body to get through. Bill had always been a courteous person, never being able to say no or be rude to anyone, even to someone like Bushido. Something that Tom found irresistible about him.

Bushido slithered around the room, as if inspecting it, touching chairs, suitcases, empty hairspray bottles and other personal belongings. It was one of Bill's many pet peeves when people touch his stuff and at this point, he was slightly annoyed and wished Bushido was gone. Behind the irritated feeling was a surge of curiosity. Why would Bushido come visit him? He knew that Bushido was extremely jealous and spiteful of him just because Tokio Hotel was slightly more popular than he was in the international field of music. Not to mention his vindictive behavior and short-fused attitude wasn't something to be played around with.

"So how are you Bill?" he asked while continuing to rummage through stuff, "how's the band, the shows, traveling, you know; the works."

"Oh, it's all good," Bill hesitantly responded, "the tour is amazing, fans are nuts especially in America and we're now putting out a new album. But you'll hear that in the interview." He noticed how Bushido cringed at the sound of a new album and going to America. It was a good thing he kept his distance.

"Very nice," he said in a raspy voice. He stood in front of the large vanity mirror as he fondled with a small piece of paper from the counter. Bill froze as he vigorously dug into his back pocket. His picture was missing and he knew that Bushido had it in his hand.

Granted, people do know about their relationship as "intimate siblings" and none of their close friends or family members have discouraged it. They actually supported the twins in any way, shape and form. But though there were still some individuals that found them repulsive and wanted them dead. There was even a threat to them while in their studio apartment in Berlin in which someone wrote the word Pigs on the front door in blood. Tom overcame that incident but for Bill, he was scarred and self-conscious about his relationship and had a hard time recovering. Tom stayed with his brother to help him through this hard time and because he cares for him. But it was decided that they didn't make it so known particularly in America. They didn't want to give a bad taste to brand new fans overseas who wouldn't understand them at all. To this very day, Bill still felt touchy on the subject of his "association" with his brother when someone brought it up unexpectedly.

"He's a dream, isn't he?" asked Bushido.

"Excuse me?" Bill said as if he didn't know, "what do you mean?"

With a gesture of his hand, Bushido replied "please come here." Bill practically tiptoed to him, he was so nervous. Once close enough to him, he glanced down at Tom's picture in the ultimately wrong hands. His huge thumb was covering Tom's perfect face as he gazed at Bill.

"Tom is one handsome man, isn't he Bill?" he asked again.

"Yes indeed," he replied in a low voice.

"Do you love him?"

He was shocked at this question since no one has ever asked him, not even Tom. In fact, he wasn't even sure if he knew how to answer him.

"Umm…why yes…with everything I have to live for," he stammered.

"You hesitated to answer," Bushido snapped, "why?"

"Bushido, I don't feel comfortable having this conversation with you. Can you please leave now?'

"It's only a question. And it is about something that you love right? So what's the problem?"

"This is just a personal subject that's all. And I don't think it's any of your business to know about my love life thank you very much."

"Face it Bill," he hissed with the glare of a deranged, rabid animal right through Bill's fearful eyes, "you don't truly love your own twin. Not in that way."

"No I…" was all the Bill could get out before he felt Bushido's lips connect with his. All the knowledge in the world wouldn't be able to explain why Bushido was acting in this way. Bill tried to fight him off but it was futile. He was ten times stronger than he was. Once he was released, Bill leaped back as far as he could away from the monster.

"Bushido! Why?" he gasped.

"Oh so you don't know," he sneered lurking in Bill's direction, "you don't know that I'm outrageously attracted to you. You don't know how badly I want Tom dead so I can have you." He grabbed Bill's arm and clenched it to the point of cut-off circulation so there was no escape. Right into Bill's ear, he fiercely yet gently whispered "and you don't know that I'm going to fuck you right now, whether you want to or not."

Before Bill had any chance to scream for help, he was punched straight in the Adam's apple, leaving him gasping for air and unable to speak. His shirt was ripped off in an instant and he was thrown on the very same sofa he was on before. Yet this time he felt like he was being scrapped against broken glass and sandpaper rather than floating on a cloud. All the pain wielding inside of him started to break through as tears formed from his glassy eyes. Bushido stood over him, naked and waiting to pounce on his helpless prey. There was no way out from underneath Bushido's abnormally huge body. Bill was pinned down, fighting and crying. He eventually surrendered when he heard Bushido chuckling out of all the commotion.

"Bill calm down baby," he swooned as he moved Bill's hair from his face. Bill's hand bitterly slapped his face leaving only a small red mark, but that didn't seem to be very effective. Instead, it only made Bushido laugh harder.

"Believe me; this will be enjoyable…for me at least."

And so it began. Bushido kissed him once more and maneuvered himself downward. His tongue wrapping around Bill's dick like a lollipop while playfully nipping at it as well. It was like a leech attaching itself to his penis and not willing to let go. His head moving up and down was the only thing visible to the feeble Bill. It was so wrong and so evil in a way that made him crave Tom's existence at that moment.

With his legs kicking and body squirming for freedom, Bill tried once more for a getaway from Bushido's venomous bite. And with every suck growing harder and harder against him, he tried just as hard to break free. His poor attempts only resulted in Bushido biting his dick very hard.

After his mouth was settled, he sat up, gave a stern look at Bill and viciously snarled revealing blood stained teeth. Bill was horrified, not for the fact that his dick was bleeding, but the fact that there was a blade hiding behind Bushido's back

"You're making this very difficult," he sighed, "I don't want to do this but since you won't behave…" the blade was out and in front of him, "I have no choice." The blade came soaring down toward Bill's leg as his eyes widened with fear. And then the shooting pain, originating from his right knee, traveled all throughout his body. Still being unable to speak, his agonizing shriek was unheard by anyone. Looking at his lower half stood the beast that stabbed him with his hand covered in blood coming from his leg. Suddenly, he felt and smelled duct tape being applied right underneath his nose and wrapping around his mouth.

"This is just so you don't go talking once your throat heals," said Bushido maniacally, "we wouldn't want anyone to be walking in on us would we?"

Bill's eyes were now in a fury for what Bushido was doing to him. He went to go slap him for a second time but it was caught. His hand was crushed like a broken car underneath Bushido's monster truck paw. With that same arm, he flipped Bill over on his stomach, shattering the wooden coffee table in front of the sofa. Bill whimpered in defeat as he was being penetrated by Bushido. The savage grunted under his breath as his speed increased as well as his fulfillment. It seemed like he was finally through with his dastardly deed. Panting and sobbing, Bill picked his head up from the floor. Right below him to his slight ease was Tom's picture. Now he really began to weep.

Tom, help me! he said aloud in his mind. And then it turned into a mere murmur through the tape; it amplified to Bill shouting for his twin for whoever was around to hear. Annoyed and fed up, Bushido took the nearest object to him (which was a hair straightener) and beat Bill over the head. Even as he did this, he still heard "Tom, help me!" coming from Bill's muffled mouth. Alas, it grew silent as a final hit knocked Bill out cold while Bushido roared in victory.

Bill was bleeding. He was bleeding a lot and he knew it, from the stab wound in his knee, his head, the splinters in his sides, right down to his bitten penis. He knew that he was most likely going to die. He would be in his dressing room; miles away from home and everyone he loves…love. He finally admitted (to himself) that he was in love, with his own brother. And Tom wouldn't be here to know it. The only thing he could do with his revelation was to take it to his grave, beaten. And it was all Bushido's fault. It was him who had done this to him. It was his fault that he was about to die. If Bill was going to die, he would be taking Bushido down with him, somehow.

Just then, he heard a door slam open and someone shouting "say goodnight you bastard," which brought upon three loud shots from what Bill perceived as a gun. Bill was too numb to even gather the strength to look around to see who it was.

"Oh my god! No, Bill!" said the voice which was the last this Bill heard. But the last thing he saw was a familiar shine and then darkness flooded his vision

Antiseptic: that was the first thing that woke Bill up from his slumber; a strong scent of antiseptics was all that he distinguished. Then, he heard the heart monitor to the right of him beep away at a normal pace. He was relieved that he was still alive. Next were the itchy bed sheets against his tattered skin and eventually leading up to Bill opening his eyes to find himself in the hospital. It was bright from the morning sunlight filling the room. The fact that the room was a light color also added to the brightness affect which made Bill's eyes ache and nearly made him close his eyes again. But all that changed when he saw Tom sitting to the left of him, reading a magazine and listening to his ipod. He could hear the monitor rise slightly as he caught eye of his angel.

"Tom!" he forced out. As soft as it was, Tom turned around to his injured twin and his face lit up like a starry summer night.

"Oh Bill! I thought I lost you forever," Tom exhaled and got up to hug his brother. They held each other close for a long time, regaining the feeling of one another that was dishonored by an unwanted intruder. Tears were felt on Bill's shoulder for Tom was crying out of happiness. He didn't judge since Bill was doing the very same thing.

"Tom, I was raped by Bushido."

"I know, he won't bother us anymore," said Tom collectedly.

"Why? How?" Bill asked puzzled.

"Because he's dead, I shot him when I came into your dressing room. I found you passed out and cut up pretty badly. How are you feeling?"

"Alright, but I think I would feel even better if you come lay next to me," said Bill innocently. Tom smiled his beloved smirk and got on the bed next to Bill.

"So why did you come so early anyway?"

"I wanted to surprise you and also couldn't stand not being near you any longer," Tom replied sheepishly that made Bill giggle. He put his head on his angel's shoulder as Tom started to stroke his soft onyx hair. His other hand moved to be placed on Bill's hip but he felt him wince in pain.

"How much does it hurt?" Tom asked.

"Not that much now that I'm with you," he squeaked back, "thank you Tom for showing up. I thought I would have been dead if you didn't. Please don't leave me ever again." And he dug his face into Tom's neck and shoulder while wrapping his free arm around his chest sobbing.

"I promise babes," whispered Tom, "I love you and I will always be there for you."

Bill sighed as a flashback of him half dead came to mind and how Tom truly meant what he said. And now he had the opportunity to say what he needed to say.

"I love you too Tom," was all he said to his brother, his twin, his angel and one true love. Laying together and finally at peace.