FIC: One Night in Paris [6/?]

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Author: thilia
Pairing: Bill/Joop, Bill/Tom
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Some violence in this chapter... :)
Word Count: 3,299
Summary: Bill and Wolfgang Joop spend a night together in Paris. An entire night, and Tom doesn't like it. At all.

Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5



Bill looked at his reflection in the mirror and smiled a little. He'd outdone himself tonight. The tight dark trousers, the black, slightly see-through shirt that showed just a hint of his new belly-button piercing as well as the slightly older one through his nipple, and the black, shiny leather boots with the killer heels that Joop had given him, combined with maybe a little too much jewellery looked fantastic on him. And he usually didn't compliment his own appearance like this.

He applied a few final touches to his makeup, pushing his hair back before taking another long look at himself. Yes, he was pretty sure he'd chosen the perfect outfit for Joop's birthday party tonight.

This would drive Joop crazy all night, and maybe, at the end of the day, he would finally desire Bill the way he had during the first few days they'd been together. Despite his plans to leave the man, Bill had decided to give him another chance. The previous night, Joop had given him a little reminder of what he was able to do with his body. Maybe now, after his birthday, things would go back to the way they'd been before. Maybe it had been the stress of working and planning his birthday party that had made Joop distance himself from Bill a little. Maybe. Bill would find out tonight, he was sure.

Joop was already at the venue, greeting guests and making sure that everything was going smoothly, while Bill had decided to join the party a little later. He was going to make an entrance. He wanted everyone to look at him – especially Joop. And everyone would look because he truly did look great. Maybe he'd even manage to make Joop a little jealous by flirting with some other guys.

He snorted when he realised that he seemed to be pretty full of himself tonight and wondered if he was finally becoming the vain, arrogant asshole some people might think he was. Shaking his head, he made his way downstairs and put his phone and wallet into his handbag before getting into the limo waiting for him in front of the building. He glanced out of the window during the drive to the party, wondering how this night would end.

He didn't know why but he had a feeling something important was going to happen tonight. Maybe Joop would propose. That random and completely ridiculous thought made him giggle, and the driver glanced into the rear mirror, giving him an odd look. Bill bit his lip and grinned to himself, relieved that he was in such a good mood tonight. He thought it might have something to do with the fantastic sex he'd had the previous night. Joop had obviously been looking forward to his party – or needing some stress relief or something – because he'd fucked him hard and good, and Bill's ass was still throbbing from the older man's rough thrusts.

He took a deep breath when they arrived in front of the gorgeous building where a horde of paparazzi and journalists were already waiting for the guests, most of whom were celebrities, of course, to arrive. Bill was sure he was one of the last ones to arrive, and after checking his appearance in his pocket mirror one last time, he let the driver open the door and help him out of the car, plastering a smile onto his face when the cameras clicked and flashed.

He answered some questions about his apparently very obvious affair with Joop with a small, practiced and secretive smile, then talked about his outfit and the band's plans for the coming weeks. Then he ended the interviews and made his way up the stairs, enjoying the looks he got when he entered the building.

The great hall was filled with people who were dancing, talking and clearly having a good time. Bill was relieved; Joop had been stressing about the success of his party but he obviously needn't have worried. Things were going perfectly.

Bill made his way to the bar and ordered a martini, sipping it as he leaned against the counter, waiting for Joop to spot him. The older man was talking to a couple of friends, but when he looked up, his eyes darkened visibly. Bill smiled slowly around his straw, sucking on it lightly, which clearly had the wanted effect on Joop. The man looked just about ready to sprint across the room and have Bill right there on the bar counter.

He watched Joop end the conversation rather abruptly, then smiled sweetly when he approached him, a seductive twinkling in his eyes when Joop stood in front of him.

"You took your time," Joop pointed out, raising his eyebrows ever so slightly. "But it was clearly worth the wait. You look fantastic, darling."

Bill grinned. "Thank you," he said, sucking on his straw again and sighing happily. "The party seems to be going great?"

"Definitely," Joop replied, taking a look around the room as well. "Earlier tonight, I felt like murdering some of the catering staff because they were completely incompetent but they seem to have handled the situation well."

Bill nodded; he didn't really feel like talking about catering or incompetent employees right now. Instead, he leaned in and kissed Joop's cheek lightly, leaving a trace of lip gloss on the older man's face. "Happy birthday, Wolfgang," he purred. "I didn't bring a gift but you'll get it tonight… if you behave."

He grinned at the sharp intake of breath and leaned back against the bar, looking innocently at the other man. Joop narrowed his eyes and sighed dramatically. "You will be the death of me."

The rest of the evening did unfortunately not go as well as the beginning of the party. Bill talked to some people he knew, surprised at the many common acquaintances he and Joop seemed to have. He had a good time, but again, found that he had to spend a lot of time on his own. He'd hoped that Joop would want to spend most of his time with him, but he was too busy being the perfect host to his impressive guest list to even look at Bill more than once or twice.

Sighing heavily, Bill wondered if anyone would notice if he just left. He had a feeling that it would take Joop much too long to even notice his disappearance, for Bill's taste. As the evening progressed, he felt himself get increasingly frustrated, and drank more and more to drown his loneliness in alcohol.

It was after midnight when he suddenly desperately needed a smoke. When he returned from his fifth visit to the bathroom, he therefore made his way outside, finding an entrance the press hadn't discovered yet, and inhaled deeply as he lit his first cigarette of the evening. He had a feeling many would follow this one.

He was almost done smoking that cigarette when he suddenly felt a presence behind him and he shivered. Even without turning around, he knew exactly who it was – even though the idea of him being here seemed almost impossible.

"Tom," he breathed when he finally did turn around, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

Tom was the last person he'd expected to see here. Of course Tom had been trying to get in touch with him for weeks now, but he hadn't thought Tom would show up to this party unannounced. He looked his brother over, resisting the urge to throw himself at Tom and sob out a pathetic apology.

He cursed his small tolerance for alcohol – he was sure it was the booze that was making him feel like clinging to his brother like a desperate little koala. He busied his hands by running one of them through his hair and lighting another cigarette a moment later, not sure how to act around his brother. He realised that his own behaviour had been just as stupid as Tom's. Tom may have been an idiot for three days but Bill had just left and cut off all contact, which had, if he was entirely honest with himself, been even worse than Tom's behaviour.

"Hey Bill," Tom said softly, shuffling his feet awkwardly. Bill noticed that Tom was obviously dressed for the party; how his twin had expected to get in there without an invitation was beyond him, but he admired Tom's will to risk making a scene in order to see him. It made his stomach flutter a little and a goofy smile appear on his face. Because that was why Tom was here, right? To get him back?

"What are you doing here?" he asked not unkindly. "How did you know–"

"I asked around," Tom answered softly, still standing much too far away from him, for Bill's taste. "I looked up Joop's birthday on the internet because I remembered you mentioning that it was in November. And then I got David to find out where the party was going to be."

He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably. "Bill… I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being a dick, I'm sorry for… not accepting your choices. I really didn’t mean to drive you away, and I'm just–"

Bill shook his head, silencing him with a wave of his hand. "Tomi – don't. This really isn't necessary. I'm sorry for running away. I was just as much of an asshole as you were. I shouldn't have left; I should've stayed and made you talk to me. I know how hard it is for you to understand my feelings for Joop; I should've stayed with you and tried to explain."

He swallowed hard, and they looked at each other for another moment before Tom reached for Bill and pulled him into a tight hug. Bill closed his eyes and set his half-empty glass down on a garbage can, then tightened his arms around his brother, burying his face in Tom's neck, breathing him in. He shouldn't have worried about this; about their first meeting. It never took a long time for them to make up after a fight.

Tom's comforting smell made him feel at home, and only now did he realise how much he'd truly missed Tom. He couldn't believe he'd been away from his brother for such a long time and suddenly felt even worse than before. He nuzzled Tom's neck, his fingers tightening in his brother's thick sweatshirt as he tried to fight back the tears. The alcohol he'd consumed all night made him a little bit weepy – but the last thing he needed right now was a paparazzi pic of himself with smudged eyeliner and red eyes.

He drew back a little and looked into Tom's eyes, connecting instantly. He didn't let go of him, needing the physical contact to make up for the long time they'd spent apart. "I'm sorry," he whispered and Tom shook his head.

"It's okay, Bill. I forgive you, if you forgive me for being an idiot and not supporting you."

Bill nodded wordlessly and smiled breathlessly when he was pulled into another tight hug. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," Tom murmured, his breath warm on Bill's neck.

They stood like that for a seemingly endless moment that still ended too soon. Tom stepped back and played with his lip ring – and it was such a familiar and comforting habit that Bill couldn't stop the wide smile that broke out on his face.

"Come home with me, Bill," Tom said. "We're supposed to move to L.A. soon and there are so many things that need to be taken care of. And… I need you home with me."

The sound of Tom's voice made Bill shiver and he looked at him, chewing his own lip. "Okay," he said without a moment of hesitation. He knew that home with Tom was where he belonged. He just wasn't sure how Joop would react to the news that Bill was leaving him – either temporarily or permanently. "I will. I just… I need to say goodbye. And it's his birthday, so… Can you wait here? Or you can come in with me, if you like. I'm a special guest, so I should be allowed to bring a guest."

He smiled a little, relaxing when Tom returned his smile. Their fingers brushed and Tom nodded, letting Bill take his hand and pull him into the building. They entered the main room which was getting increasingly full with guests – the party was clearly a huge success. Bill looked around and spotted Joop in a corner, talking to some friends.

He turned to Tom. "Maybe you should stay here," he said softly. "I'm not sure how he'll react if he sees you, so… just wait and I'll be back as soon as I can, okay?"

Tom nodded, clearly reluctant to let Bill go so soon after their reunion, but letting go of Bill's hand anyway, ordering a drink as he waited for his twin to return to him.

Bill took a deep breath and strode across the hall, approaching Joop with a growing feeling of dread. What if Joop wasn't okay with him leaving? What if he didn't let him go?

No. Bill squared his jaw and shook his head. Joop couldn't keep him here against his will. He would have to deal with the fact that Tom was and always would be more important to Bill than anyone else. He waited for Joop's conversation with his friends to end, giving them a polite smile before he stepped towards Joop, cringing a little when Joop's hand slid onto his hip. It felt wrong for Joop to touch him this possessively now that Tom was here.

"I was thinking we could leave," Joop murmured into his ear before Bill could say anything. His breath smelled like alcohol; something strong, and Bill idly wondered how many drinks the older man had had. "I know you're probably bored, so I think I'm going to take you home and fuck your brains out. How does that sound?"

"That sounds… great," Bill said, his voice faltering a little. He closed his eyes when Joop's hand moved down, dangerously close to his ass. He stepped away determinedly, needing to do this now. Tom was here. Tom needed him, and he needed Tom. He couldn't go home with Joop tonight, even though he'd promised him a special birthday present.

"I need to leave," Bill said, hating that his voice shook a little. "On my own," he added when Joop gave him a grin. He licked his lips nervously. "There's something–"

"What is he doing at my party?" Joop suddenly asked, his voice uncharacteristically loud and aggressive, and when Bill turned his head to see who Joop was looking at, he realised it could only be Tom.

He turned back to Joop. "Yeah, that's what I wanted to talk to you about," Bill said, a little nervous at the almost furious look on Joop's face. What was going on? He couldn't be that angry about Bill leaving, could he? "I'm going home with Tom tonight."

Joop's eyes narrowed. "We're not doing this here," he murmured. Bill was about to say something else but Joop had grabbed his arm, his grip on it almost painfully tight, and pulled him towards the bathrooms, not giving Bill the chance to free his arm or protest. When they were in relative privacy, Bill's breath caught in his throat and he looked at Joop with wide eyes; the older man looked almost dangerous, the anger obvious in his entire body language. Bill swallowed hard and looked into his eyes, a surprised gasp escaping him when he was pushed against the wall.

"You're not leaving," Joop growled, pressing their lips together in a hard kiss that was clearly designed to make Bill want to stay with him. Bill tried to pull away but as it turned out, Joop was stronger than him, keeping his arms pressed to the wall as he continued to violate Bill's lips with his own. Bill turned his head but Joop immediately latched onto his neck, leaving bruises as he kissed it roughly.

"Wolf– Wolfgang, stop," Bill said, trying to push the other man away but Joop wouldn't budge. Panic began to overcome Bill; Joop couldn't really hurt him, could he? Not here anyway; anyone could come by and see them. He wouldn't risk tainting his reputation just to keep Bill here with him, would he?

At the moment, Bill didn't know what to think. He just knew that he wanted Joop to let go of him and let him leave with Tom, but Joop's grip on him became increasingly painful and Bill whimpered. "Stop it! I'm not going home with you tonight – let me go. You're drunk. Just–"

"Oh, but you promised me a special birthday present," Joop murmured against his neck, his voice slurring a little and making it even more obvious that he'd obviously had a few too many drinks. Which made sense; Joop would never be this possessive and almost brutal when he was sober. "And there's nothing that I hate more than people who break their promises." He growled and gripped Bill's chin firmly, pressing their lips together in another bruising kiss.

Bill's chest was rising and falling quickly, his eyes wide as panic overcame him. Black spots appeared before his eyes, and all Bill could do was hope that Tom would realise he was gone and come looking for him…

*** *** ***

Tom had just gone to the bar to get a drink, keeping his eye on Bill the entire time. He watched them like a hawk; the dark look on Joop's face had not escaped him and he was ready to step in, in case Bill was in danger. He really didn't trust Joop and he thought the older man was perfectly capable of hurting Bill. Bill may not see it; he was clearly naïve enough to believe that Joop loved him or something. Tom, however, could see through him, and had a feeling that Joop was not happy at the prospect of losing Bill.

He was about to go over there to help Bill with his argumentation when a woman tripped over someone's foot and almost landed half on top of Tom, her drink spilling all over his sweatshirt and jeans. Distracted for a moment, he tried to get the red wine stain off his shirt, trying to make the clearly drunk woman understand that it was okay, that she did not need to touch him down there to try to get the stain off his pants.

When he'd finally got rid of her and looked up to where Joop and Bill had been standing only a minute before, his heart almost stopped when he couldn't see them. They were gone.

A feeling of dread filled Tom's body, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. Bill's panic seemed to seep into his own body, and he instantly knew that something was wrong.

His protective brother instincts kicked in as he started looking for them frantically, knowing that he would be screwed if Joop had taken Bill home; Tom would never be able to find them in that case. His heart started beating faster as his eyes scanned the crowd, growing increasingly panicked when he didn't see Bill or Joop anywhere.

He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, forcing himself to take a deep breath. He had to be able to think clearly if he wanted to find them but his anger and hate for Joop was consuming him.

Tom couldn't be held responsible for what happened if Joop hurt Bill.

If the old bastard hurt his Bill, he would be dead.

Tbc…