Love & death: Feel it all

Kaulitz Party

Tom pov:

All of the fatherly love I was filled with when I was with Cat is gone now, all I feel is an incredibmy strong need for Scarlett. I have been dreaming of the feeling of her body and lips against mine, and now I'm finally feeling it again. I have to use all of my willpower to not crumble to my knees like a child. I feel completely weak and emasculated. It's scary what that woman does to me.
With her face cupped in my hands, I feel as if she's actually mine for the first time. She was never mine back in Tokyo. Bill was too posessive. He's gone soft now, and I'm gonna take over.

I can feel how Scarlett looses control of herself against my body. But she doesn't get weak like I do, she does the opposite. She's like an animal once you get her turned on.

I know that if I'm gonna get what I want, I have to do it right now before she remembers Bill and Cat again. While she has lost control. So I move my hands from her face and down to her hips. I can feel a muffled moan against my mouth when I slide my hands under her black tank top.

"No... Tom... I can't do this." She says while I have my guard down. If I wasn't so completely weak, I would have just grabbed her hair and yanked her back. But she gets out of my reach and runs out the door before she can change her mind again. And I'm left alone in the room with fury building up a fire inside me.

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Georg takes Bill out to the town to buy alcohol and snacks and everything we need for a real Kaulitz Party. I made him do that. I thought they could use some bonding time. They used to be so good friends when they were younger. And Scar seems to be having a lot of fun decorating the place with Gustav and taking care of Cat. I let them do whatever they want. I don't care how the house looks, I just need the women and the alcohol.
I have been horny since I woke up. Getting to touch and kiss Scarlett just made me furiously horny. Bill and I are the same in that way. We can't accept a no from a woman.

Scarlett pov:

Gustav is a lot more fun than I remember. We never really talked much back in Tokyo, but he's really sweet. And Cat likes him too which makes this day go by a lot faster. I can't help but feel depressed thinking about how long we might be trapped in here. I just want to get back to my normal life.
But maybe a party and some alcohol is exactly what I need. I'm just not sure what to do with Cat. I don't want her in the house if it's gonna be filled with drunk young men.

"Caty is too angelic to stay in the house when the guests arrive..." Tom says, confirming what I was thinking. "I know this really sweet woman who lives 20 min away from here. I can ask her to take care of her." Tom says, trying to be sweet and like a protective dad. But I know that he's frustrated about this morning and I can't trust him right now.

"No. I don't trust someone I don't know. We'll put her to sleep in her room and lock the door. Nobody will get inside except for me and Bill." I say, sounding very motherly. Sometimes that still surprises me.

"She's right Tom. Cat is a heavy sleeper. She slept trough all the moans and banging against the wall last night." Gustav says with a sneaky smile. I give him an elbow in his side but he jsut laughs. He's not wrong though. Caty is a heavy sleeper and I feel so blessed for that.

"Okay... I'll make sure nobody gets near that room." Tom says. I roll my eyes, knowing that he would kill anyone who tried to go upstairs.

Tom keeps looking at me with the strangest expression. I think he's trying his best to act normal, but the anger is shining through which makes him look menacing. And when he's not staring angrily at me, he's taking care of Cat. She still loves playing with his braids, but mow she also loves his necklaces. Thick sliver chains and one of them a cross with diamonds in. I bet they're real diamonds.

The most annoying thing isn't the way Tom looks at me, it's the way I look at him. I cannot stop thinking about what would have happened between us in Caty's room if I didn't stop him. He still looks just like he did when I met him. Oversized dark coloured t-shirts and big jeans. Right now, he's wearing some more "fancy" jeans. Oversized black jeans with chains hanging from the pockets which I can barely see for the long darl gray t-shirt.
When he sits down on the couch with Caty in his arms, helping her stand on his lap, I just wanna throw myself at him and grind against his dick until I can feel him getting hard.

I force myself to look away when I notice him looking over at me. I don't want him to see that I'm still interested in him. He needs to think that I can control myself which I most deffinately cannot.

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It's gotten dark outside and the flickering strobe lights inside the house are already makkng me tired. Only half of the people who are supposed to be here are actually here, and I'm not sure we can fit more people. It feels liek I can't breathe, especially with the alcohol pumping in my body, making me warm from the inside. I stumble and push my way from tje kitchen with a drink in hand until I reach the living room. And there on the couch, is Bill and Tom, each with a young girl on their lap. Tom looks like he's having the time of his life while Bill is fighting not to touch the girl grinding on him.
I feel my heart contracting. Both of the men that I love are betraying me at the same time. I feel my breathing getting more rapid when I see Tom holding a gun to Bill's head while keeping his attention on the girl on his lap. Tom must be forcing Bill to cheat. I bet that's what I deserve for kissing Tom. But Bill doesn't know that. And I stopped myself.

"Oh! Scarlett! Come and join!" Tom shrieks with his hand up the young girls shirt. She whips her long blonde hair to one side of her head and leans down to kiss Tom's neck. Tom barely even reacts but I know he loves it.

Disgusting cold hands suddenly wrap around my waist from behind and a big manly frame pushes me further into the room. Behind me is a man I have never seen before. He looks like he's 40 something years old and has a mustashe. He rieks of vodka and I grab his grubby hands to get them off my body, but he's too strong.

"Get off me you creep!" I scream at him but I'm not even sure he can hear me from the club music booming in our ears.
Tom practically throws the poor blonde girl off of him and she whimpers when she hits the soft carpet. She pouts like a little child and I almost want to help her up.

"Fuck you slut!" She screams at me with a high pitched voice and runs off. I've never felt more like an old mom in my life.
The man grips me tighter and throws me against Tom on the couch. Before I can realize what's happening, Tom's warm - less gruppy hands - are on my thighs, pulling me to sit on his lap with one leg on each side of his hips.

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