A week past by and Bill was once again, feeling miserable. Tom hadn’t spoken to him at all since his last punishment. He had tried several times to talk to him but any time Bill entered a room that Tom was in, his master would leave without responding. And so Bill had ended up spending much of his time in his room, sulking in bed because he had started to notice that all his moping was bothering Gustav.

The piercing he had received no longer hurt but was still very tender and it seemed to be even more sensitive than before. Sighing, Bill rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling. He was lonely and wanting someone to talk to or just sit with. But the drummer had been sent into town for shopping which left the neko with only one option to visit; Georg.

He had not dared to go to his floor since their first meeting. Every time he remembered the sensations the other had caused, it left him with chills running down his spine but he was so bored and lonely. So much so that avoiding Georg now seemed rather pointless. Getting up from the bed, he left his room and headed up the stairs till he reached the edge of the floor that was Georg’s. Though it was faint, he could feel his body tingling and he hesitated to take another step forward. Chewing his lip, he was just about to turn and head back down when the brunette’s voice sounded from behind him, startling him.

“Are you looking for something, Bill? You haven’t been up here since your first night.” He said, moving up the stairs past him and then stopping to stand before him, placing one hand on his hip, the other running casually through his hair, eyeing the taller man curiously.

Bill stammered, fumbling to grab the railing, “Um…I’m just…lonely.” He said softly, “Gustav's not home and…” he stopped, looking down as his tail and ears drooped sadly, “and Tom isn’t talking to me still.”

Georg nodded briefly, “I see. So you’re here hoping I’ll entertain you. Is that it?”

“I…well yes but I can leave if you’d rather I wasn’t here.” He mumbled, grabbing onto his tail, fiddling it with his hands. Georg’s presence left him feeling antsy and nervous. He was the only one Bill hadn’t really gotten to know as he’d been afraid to visit with him on his own. He found it silly that he trusted a vampire and a wizard but couldn’t calm down around a demon whose sole purpose was dealing with sex and pleasure.

Georg reached out, hooking one finger into the loop that connected Bill’s tag to his collar, and gently pulled him up the last few steps. Without a word, the neko was led into Georg’s bedroom. Since the last time he’d been in it though, the room had received a massive makeover. The previous reds and blacks were now various shades of blue and purple. Bill thought he was in a completely different room but all of the furniture was still the same and in the exact locations as before.

“I think I can entertain you until Gustav returns if that is what you wish.” Georg finally said, releasing his hold on the collar before closing the door and making his way to the bed, “But…as I’m sure you know, they’ll be on my terms so if you can’t handle that rule, feel free to leave now.”

Bill looked at Georg hesitantly, trying to read over his face. The majority of his mind told him that he should probably leave but the small voice and his body was telling him differently. Just from the warmth flooding through him, he knew that Georg wasn’t about to let him leave until he’d had what he wanted from him. Bill couldn’t blame him; Georg was the only one he hadn’t slept with let alone done anything with. His mind took him back to the morning of his first punishment; he remembered the disappointment he’d seen on the other mans’ face and now he felt was the time to make it up to him.

“Well? Are you staying then?” Georg’s voice broke his thoughts and when Bill nodded, he continued with a small smirk on his face, “Then come here…little kitty cat. Crawl to me.”

Gathering his courage and not bothering to hide the blush that rose on his cheeks, he let himself kneel down on the carpet, crawling forward till he was seated in front of Georg’s knees. He had gotten fairly good at ignoring the humiliation he felt much of the time when he was ordered to do something he found embarrassing but the glimmer in Georg’s eyes told him that his limits were going to be pushed further.

A soft hand caressed his cheek and cupped his jaw, lifting his head up till his eyes met with the elders. Bill shivered; the kind that went all the way down his spine and through his tail, which ended up fluffing out ever so slightly. There was so much hunger and desire in Georg’s eyes that he knew he was in for one hell of an afternoon.

“You are so stunning; every part of you from your lips to your ass. I can’t wait to feed off your pleasure.” He said lowly, his fingers moving to pet Bill’s ears; knowing full well the affect the action would have on him. But before the neko had a chance to wilt under the touch, Georg lifted him effortlessly and tossed him onto the bed behind him before standing and working his clothing off till he was in his boxers.

Bill lay against the mattress, briefly stunned from being lifted and tossed so easily. He made a quick mental note never to piss the bassist off because he was certain Georg would end up throwing him across the house if he made him angry. He turned his head, watching the other undress and then shifted to work the buttons of his own blouse open. He knew better then to remove his pants without permission. He learned that very quickly from Gustav and while he didn’t think they all shared the same rules, he wasn’t about to risk being punished right now.

Georg crawled onto the bed, moving over him and raising a brow curiously, “He really did pierce your nipple. I didn’t think he’d through and actually do it.” He mused, rubbing his thumb over the ring, “He came to me demanding the box saying he was gonna be giving you one as a punishment. Honestly, I’m surprised. Did it hurt?”

“A bit yea but I’ve had piercings before so I kinda know what to expect. It was the tenderness and soreness and not the sensitivity I didn’t anticipate.” He replied, watching Georg’s fingers on the ring and his nipple. With a soft pinch and a gentle tug from the demon above him, Bill was whimpering and fidgeting, “P-please don’t do that.” He stammered.

Georg smirked softly, “Oh? Why not? It makes you feel good so why shouldn’t I do it? Perhaps I should do this instead.” He leaned down, licking over it before sucking gently.

Bill gasped, eyes fluttering closed as pleasure shot through him going straight to his groin. He let out a breathless moan of Georg’s name, his hands moving to tangle into his short hair. He could feel the other working his jeans open, pushing them down enough to shove one hand into his boxers and then soon wrapping around his cock; stroking him steadily which drew another low moan from the neko.

Humming softly in approval, Georg worked his way lower, kissing and nibbling over his ribs and stomach, tonguing the star tattoo before both hands pulled the remainder of his clothing off, discarding it off the bed and onto the floor, “You look delicious and your pleasure is already so high; we’ve barely even started.” He murmured, flicking his tongue over the tip of Bill’s cock, who then whimpered and spread his legs further apart. But Georg had another idea in mind, “Hold your legs up for me, Bill.”

Confused, he did as asked, watching as Georg settled more comfortably between his now wide spread legs. As he closed his eyes and took a deep breath to try and push aside the embarrassment he felt, something warm and very wet brushed over his hole. Gasping again, his eyes flew open only to be greeted by Georg’s dark glittering ones and suddenly he understood; Georg was going to be eating him out to ready him for the final act. Neither Tom nor Gustav had done this to him so it was very much something he hadn’t expected.

“Just enjoy.” Georg said, lowering his head back down and setting his focus onto his task. The others tongue worked Bill over very skillfully; dipping in and out of him, running up his perineum and balls every so often and then back down again. After awhile, fingers started working in as well and it wasn’t much longer after that when Georg pulled back, sitting up to kneel between his legs, licking his lips, “How was that?”

Bill’s mind formed words but his mouth wouldn’t connect to it in order for him to speak them so he merely moaned softly as the brunette’s fingers curled up into his prostate. His back arched, body writhing in desperate need for release and more pleasure. With his chest heaving, he managed to stammer out a small, “More.” And the fingers left his body.

Georg rolled him onto his stomach, lifting his hips with one hand while the other rubbed around the base of Bill’s tail. Almost instantly the neko wilted against the bed and effortlessly, Georg pressed into him, groaning lowly at the warmth and tightness that surrounded him, “Fuck…Bill you’re tight as hell. How on earth can that be possible with how much Gustav's been doing you this past week?” he groaned, pulling back and then pressing back in.

“Don’t know.” He stammered, panting out in a shaky voice, his body trembling as the waves of pleasure rushed over him, “It just is.” He wasn’t sure if Georg really was manipulating the intense sensations he was feeling or if it was just how good the other felt to him but it was beyond incredible; he felt like mush from head to toe. He’d honestly expected much more teasing and torment from Georg but maybe the other just had too much pent up sexual frustration that he didn’t want to do that this time around.

Unlike the other two men, Georg’s movements were fast, sharp and precise; never missing a single strike to his prostate. Cries spilled from Bill’s lips, hands fisting into the sheets as he felt himself weakening. He faintly remembered the other mention something about feeding off his pleasure and wondered if that’s what he was doing now. Regardless of if it was or not, Bill honestly didn’t care because the next thing he knew, his mind was going blank and he was coming hard onto the sheets below them. He could hear Georg cursing behind him then the others cock left his body; hot sticky liquid splattering over his ass a few moments afterwards.

“Bloody hell…” Georg groaned, dropping down beside him, “You’re one of the tastiest meals I’ve had yet.” He murmured, licking his lips with a satisfied smile. Bill could only smile weakly, trying to regain his head and body strength to move. The demon shifted onto his side, running his hand through the blonde’s hair, “Are you alright? I didn’t push you too much did I?”

With a shake of his head, Bill whispered a soft no, pushing himself over onto his back, “I feel…fucking amazing.” He murmured, wiping his hand over his sweating forehead, “I don’t know why I waited so long to come up here.”

Georg chuckled, “Well I can be intimidating I suppose but don’t worry over it. You came in the end, in more ways than one I might add, so we’re both pleased with the outcome I think.”

Bill nodded, “Oh yes; very happy indeed.” He replied, closing his eyes. He felt utterly exhausted now and the idea of sleeping sounded fucking amazing to him. Georg pulled covers over him, a gentle kiss soon placed to his forehead, “Sleep. I’m sure Tom will be ready to see you within the next few days or so.”

For their honeymoon, the twins had decided to go somewhere they’d never vacationed in, Australia. They spent a little over two weeks traveling and sightseeing through the vast landscapes. After filling both their laptops and phones with pictures of all sorts, they bought tickets back home and left. It had been one of the most glorious trips they’d ever been on and they already wanted to go back. That happiness however, wouldn’t last long.

Bill was sitting in the dark kitchen to their house, both his and Tom’s dogs asleep around his feet. It was nearly four in the morning and Tom hadn’t come home and wasn’t answering his cell either. Part of him didn’t want Tom to answer but he was still worried regardless. They had fought and fought badly. Both had been screaming and yelling insult after insult at each other. Things had been thrown and more harsh words and excuses exchanged before Tom had stormed out.

The reason for their fight had been Tom’s fault. In the midst of uploading their trip images onto DVD’s so they’d have them later, Bill had found recent images emailed to Ria along with various flirting and promises to meet up when he had gotten back from his trip. Not only had he done this on their honeymoon but the emails dated back to after Bill had gotten out of the hospital after his suicide attempt. He couldn’t believe what he’d seen and read. Bill’s heart had broken into a thousand pieces and when he confronted Tom about it, the elder twin had acted like it wasn’t a big deal and instead turned it around on Bill for going through his email to which Bill had exploded on him.

“NOT A BIG DEAL?! TOM! You sent nude pictures of yourself to her again! You told me you were done with her! That we’d never deal with her again like that!! I wouldn’t have ever found out if I wasn’t sorting through all the pictures we’d sent to our emails!!” Bill had screamed at him and all Tom had done after that was spill out excuses and eventually just threw his hands up, grabbed his car keys, and left, having been sick of Bill’s yelling. That had all happened around nine pm.

The house felt so empty now without Tom there and though Bill knew he should have called either Gustav or Georg for help after Tom had left, he hadn’t been able to stop crying long enough to call either one. But by this point however, his eyes were bloodshot from all the crying, his throat hurt from the yelling and his heart ached from what Tom had done.

Picking his cell up from the table, he decided to send a text message to Georg, hoping the restless sleeper would still be up or would wake up at the message. Much to his relief, the bassist did answer and after Bill had asked him to come over, had agreed to do so. Bill let the phone clatter back onto the table as he lay his head on it, staring into the dark living room which was a disaster from Bill throwing various pillows and a plate at Tom’s retreating back when he’d stormed out. He sat silently until he eventually heard Georg’s car park outside, the footsteps approach and a knock sound through the empty house.

“It’s open…” he called out, throat feeling even dryer then before.

Georg opened the door, happily greeted by the dogs but he nearly ignored them seeing the room around him in the dim street lights. After he’d turned the lights on to see where the hell everyone was his happy smile turned to deep worry, “My god Bill…what happened?” he asked before eventually spotting the younger in the kitchen. Just from the way Bill was seated and the way he looked told Georg enough. Something had gone terribly wrong and he knew it. Without asking again, he headed over to Bill, kneeling beside the chair, placing a hand on his back. He’d wait for Bill to speak up when he was ready. He couldn’t help until then but from the looks of it, Bill looked like was going to have another break down before the speaking would happen.

“…He’s been cheating on me, Georg…he promised…no more Ria…he promised…and he lied to me…” Bill finally whispered softly, in an attempt to keep himself from having his voice crack as tears slipped down his cheeks, “He’s been staying in touch with her sexually…even after I tried killing myself…he still…” he stopped, burying his face in arms, sobbing harder, “It doesn’t make sense…and I don’t understand, Georg! Why would he do this to me?!”

Georg looked utterly shocked by what Bill had just said. The hand rubbing over Bill’s back had stopped and all he could do was sit there in stunned silence as Bill sobbed into his arms. Surely there was a mistake. The way Tom had been after finding Bill in the bathroom should have told him what his relationship with Ria had been doing to his twin. Georg remembered the devastation all over Tom’s face as he had sat in anguish in the hospital waiting for news on how Bill was. The way Tom had doted on him and had hardly ever left his side after he’d gotten home again. Bill was right; it didn’t make sense.

When Bill’s bloodshot eyes and tear stained face turned to look at him, Georg had to quickly recover the shocked expression on his face. Bill needed him right now and looking like a blowup doll wasn’t going to help him. He sighed heavily, getting to his feet before taking the vocalists arm, lifting him to his feet as well, “Come…let’s get you cleaned up.” He said softly, gently leading him through the living room to the guest bathroom. As he made his way around the bathroom, setting up the tub, his mind was racing; trying to think of what on earth he could even tell Bill as to what Tom’s reasons were.

He knew full well the guitarist was attracted to her. He had to be if he was still going around trying to get with her. He knew confronting Tom would happen later. Right now he had more pressing matters to attend to. In the back of his mind, he was glad Bill had texted him and not jumped to trying to kill himself again. It made Georg feel important to the youngest twin.

After filling the tub enough, he turned to Bill, ignoring the croaking protests as Georg stripped him of his clothes. He said nothing more as he guided him into the water, sitting him down, “Just relax for awhile…or try to while I’m cleaning up for you. I won’t go anywhere but I’m sure your dogs could use a bathroom break and the living room is a mess.” He said softly, placing a hand on Bill’s shoulder.

Once Bill had nodded in defeat, Georg left him alone. He had made sure there was nothing sharp on the counters or in the drawers so he knew that leaving Bill alone would be fine. That didn’t leave him completely at ease of course as he ended up cleaning the living room quickly while the dogs were outside in the back yard. After he finished, he made a quick call to Gustav. Though he had been snapped at for waking him up at the ungodly hour of five in the morning, Georg filled him in with what he’d been told and had Gustav promise to keep Tom in reach if he happened to show up. They were both sure Tom had gone to Ria’s but with Gustav’s car being busted and Georg keeping watch over Bill, neither could go hunting him down.

Georg headed back into the bathroom after making Bill some tea. He held the mug in one hand, picking up a stool from the living room, taking it with him. He set the stool down, offering the tea to the vocalist as he sat himself down on the little seat. Bill had shaken his head, not feeling like drinking or eating anything but Georg wasn’t about to let him ignore the drink.

“Come on…it’ll help with your throat.” He said gently, taking one of Bill’s hands to place the mug in it. He half worried the other would drop it but his words seemed to bode well as Bill had gripped the mug and then sipped the tea slowly. Georg watched him silently for a few moments before picking up a washcloth from the side of the tub. He dipped it into the water then grabbed the soap to lather the rag. Bill’s gaze seemed to question what he was doing but the bassist had just smiled softly and worked on washing what was above the water, kneading at Bill’s shoulders, back and neck to help him relax.

Little by little, Bill did relax and once the tea was gone, Georg helped him out of the tub, letting Bill dry himself off as he emptied the tub and put the mug in the kitchen sink. He knew taking Bill to the bedroom he and Tom shared wouldn’t work and that it would likely make his previous efforts to calm the other backfire on him so he guided the blonde to the guest room he himself stayed in when he stayed over. Sitting Bill down on the bed, he took a place beside his friend, wondering what else he could do. They sat, for a few minutes, in what was almost silence as Bill kept sniffing.

Eventually Georg spoke up to break the tension in the air, “Is there anything I can do, Bill?” he asked softly, gently running his hand up and down the others arm gently, letting the younger know he was there for him. He thought that he was prepared for almost anything that Bill could have said but the words that came out of Bill’s mouth left him speechless and once again shocked.

“Kiss me.”

Georg stared at him, eyes wide, “What?”

Bill looked at him, turning his body to face Georg better, “Please…kiss me…” he said again though this time it was in a whisper.

Again, Georg’s mind was racing at a mile a minute, trying to think of something to say but Bill was leaning in closer and closer to him. But before words could even be formed into a sentence in his head, Bill’s soft but slightly chapped lips connected with his own. It took his brain another few seconds to react but he did slowly return the kiss. It was what Bill wanted and if that would help cheer him up even a little bit, Georg wasn’t about to deny him that.

Kissing Bill had always been something he had been curious about. He’d seen the younger make out with Tom enough on the tour bus to know what it looked like but not what it felt like and right now Bill was pouring so much emotion into their locked lips. Before he knew it, his lap was full of the thin lanky vocalist whose hands were roaming over his arms, chest, stomach and back in what felt like sheer desperation. The cold fingers on his stomach sent shocks to his brain and Georg quickly broke the kiss, grabbing at Bill’s wrists, “Bill…no…we can’t.” he stammered breathlessly, shaking his head, “Kissing is one thing…but not this…”

Bill looked down, not attempting to free his hands from Georg’s grip knowing the other was stronger when it came to that. He however, had a way with words, “Hagen…I want this…I need him to feel…the pain I’m feeling…”

For the third time that early morning, Georg sat in stunned silence and once again when Bill looked to him, he quickly hid the shock, “Maybe so…but this isn’t going to-”

“Would you rather I attempt suicide again?” Bill asked coldly, cutting him off.

Georg’s eyes narrowed briefly but he sighed softly, “Of course not Bill…but…I don’t want Tom mad at ME for fucking around with you.”

“I won’t let him.” Bill hissed in reply.

Georg could practically feel the venom and hate seeping from Bill’s words as he spoke. He felt trapped but he couldn’t deny that he wanted Bill in such a way. He had for a long time but Tom had always been Bill’s ideal man…at least up till now. Sighing once again, he let Bill’s wrists go, leaning forward to kiss the younger again. There was no way around this. He knew Bill’s mind was made up and nothing he could say would change it. Bill was just too stubborn.

So this time when Bill’s hands slid under his shirt, Georg didn’t stop him; instead he ran his hands up over Bill’s chest, tugging gently at the piercing on his nipple. The moan that slipped through Bill’s lips against his own caused the brunette to shiver. He couldn’t believe he was doing this; couldn’t believe he was LETTING this happen. It was wrong and he knew it but part of him wanted to help Bill get his revenge on Tom.

Georg flipped them over, pressing Bill back against the bed soon breaking the kiss to trail kisses down his neck instead, “I’ll go through with this…but I’m not going to fuck you…” he breathed out against Bill’s collarbone. He expected protests but Bill’s hands wound through his hair, pressing against his head to urge him lower. The bassist wasn’t sure if it was a good thing at how quickly Bill’s mood had changed he seemed determined to go through this with the way his brow was furrowed and how eager he was to have Georg between his legs.

“Use your mouth…” he whispered, parting his legs as Georg licked over the star on his hip. He hummed softly as Georg pulled the boxers from his waist, leaning up enough to pull them off completely. Soon Georg’s hand was stroking over him at a slow but steady pace. It felt good but it wasn’t what Bill wanted. He opened his eyes again to ask Georg again but paused seeing the embarrassment and nervousness on his friend’s face, “You’ve never…done this have you?”

The question caught him off guard but Georg shook his head in reply, “No…I mean I know what to do and all that jazz…but I’ve never been with a guy till now…” he murmured softly.

Bill nodded in reply, smiling a bit, which Georg liked seeing on his face, “Then…take your time…I’ll be patient for you.”

Nodding in thanks, Georg settled back down between Bill’s legs, trailing kisses over his thighs while his hand steadily stroked the vocalist. It certainly felt alien to him but Bill was reacting happily so he knew he was doing something right if it was this pleasurable for him. Gathering up his nerve, the bassist leaned in, taking as much as he dared to take of Bill’s cock into his mouth. The soft gasp from him, sent shivers down Georg’s back and he closed his eyes. He ignored his brain saying it was weird and that it was wrong; ignored the small voice that told him to stop; ignored the small ball of guilt in the pit of his stomach and focused on making Bill happy. That smile was all he wanted from the other. That smile meant everything was okay and that was what mattered to Georg.

It felt like an eternity to the untrained mouth of Georg but when Bill did release a short few minutes, it took them both by surprise. Georg wondered if he were really that good or if Bill was really that horny from doing something so wrong. Maybe there was something else there that Georg didn’t know about. He wanted to ask but the vocalist was pulling him up and crushing their lips together once more, hugging the elder tightly.

Georg let the kiss go for several moments until he realized that Bill was trembling. With a gentle nip to Bill’s lower lip, he pulled back, looking over the other with a concerned expression, “Bill…you’re shaking.” He said softly, shifting himself so that he could reach up to touch the others cheek.

“Am I?” he whispered, closing his eyes as he leaned into the touch. His body wasn’t the only thing shaking either voice was too.

Sitting up, Georg moved to lie beside him, still watching in concern, “What’s on your mind?” He questioned, trying to read Bill’s face. Unlike Tom, he had no idea what the young twin was thinking. He couldn’t read either twin like they did with each other. The question went unanswered. Bill simply curled against him, hiding his face against his chest. It was eerily quiet and in the back of his mind, Georg should have pressed him and questioned further but the sun was rising and he hadn’t slept much. And even though he wanted to relieve himself from the dull aching between his legs, he chose to ignore it in favor of holding Bill.