When stars die [Love and lifeless stars Sidestory]

A/N: This is a SIDESTORY!!! Whoever likes the concept of Ro and Ry sharing a body should read the main story "LOVE AND LIFELESS STARS"...you can find it on my profile...


So….this is…
First of all: SHIT
Second of all: A challenge teeta gave me….
But I want to mention that fact one is not linked to fact Nr.2….I really, really liked her idea for the challenge and it’s my fault all alone that it’s shit. Just to say: shittieness is not related to teeta and shouldn’t be….for she is a lovely person that writes lovely fiction (you all read not supposed to, right?!!!) and was also very patient with me, for it took me weeks to write this (so there is actually no excuse for the whole thing being as bad as it is).
Ehm…so…yeah….the challenge was:
Ro gets drunk (but Ry not) and Ro ends up behaving childishly and babbling whatever feeling he has for Ry, and Ry ... depends on you ... but the next day Ro doesn't remember a thing, and Ry teases him about it but never mentions that Ro blurted out his feelings to him. it has to be one shot.

You will soon notice that it didn’t really work out this way.
I apologize for that and hope you like it anyway….for I did put some effort into it

When stars die….


Ro leaned his head back and looked at the stars.
They were gleaming brightly all over the sky and his eyes stared at them transfixed. He hardly ever saw them, because at this time he usually left the body to Ry, but he remembered the times when they were little, the times that they used to look at the stars quite often. Back then it had been more a disturbing experience, Ro trying to set together all the astrological pictures, whilst Ry could only remark on their beauty. Today Ry would probably talk about Aliens and UFO, but today Ry wasn’t there.
Ro knew that his brother’s soul was hidden somewhere in the depths of their being, but the other one wouldn’t react to him, just shield his presence as much as possible the moment Ro tried to reason with him.

And how he wanted to reason with him.

Wanted to tell him, how ridiculous his wishes were.

How unnatural.

Even the plain idea of Ry acting on them made him angry.

If he could he would just take over forever, not letting the other control their body at all.

And within the last few days it seemed like his wish could come true, like Ry might never come out of this state.
Leaving the night sky to his brother.

Ro sighed, slowly peeling his body of the ground, where he had rested in the grass.
His jeans were stained with green, making him look rough, almost as if he had chosen the bad boy look on purpose, the colour after all emphasizing his eyes.

In his trouser pockets was a square piece of laminated paper, putting a completely different name to his picture.
It was Ry’s fake ID, adding six years to his fifteen, and Ro had found it three days ago on the bottom of their drawer, when he had finally put all the pieces of the puzzle together.
The smile the picture spotted seemed to tease him and Ro wonder if his brother had put it there deliberately.
After all, Ry hadn’t really made an effort to hide his tendencies, though never mentioned them and just abused their body to fulfil his perverted fantasies. To drive it into another being that gave moans far too husky to be a girls.

Ro could still hear it, the low sensuous voice that whispered in his ear, when he just decided to wake up earlier to keep his brother company. He could still remember the words, the cool hands travelling down his back, their touch making Ry shudder in pleasure and Ro completely furious.
He had no idea who the guy was that had offered himself like a slut to them, but he was afraid of the anticipation Ry expressed and when the latter tried to reach out and capture the slut’s lips with his own, he had taken control of their hand and instead smacked the guy in the face.

Ry had been furious and strangely embarrassed, but his anger was overwhelming, Ro could tell.

They hadn’t spoken ever since, three difficult days so far for both of them.

Ro’s green eyes flew over the buildings he passed by in his determined walk, his feet carrying him steadily towards the centre of the town.
It had always been a rather boring place to live at only spotting one shopping mall and a couple of nightclubs gathered around and Ro was sure Ry had been complaining about it to his friends, though he never dared to mention it to his mother or sibling, knowing that they were far too sensible to wish such a sinful distraction to a fifteen year old.

Now Ro had to wonder what exactly the sinful distraction was.

Well, tonight he was to find out, he decided, heading straight towards one of the few nightclubs he knew of.

It was a sparkly place, all lit up from the outside, spotting a discreet sign that announced it to be the “sunset club”, the entrance guarded by a single, but bulky man, who eyed Rory’s ID without interest and waved him trough.

The boy took some uneasy steps into the building and yelped as somebody’s hands brushed his arms, then over his chest all the way down to his legs.
He stared confused at the girl that searched his body for who knows what (guns, drugs, alcohol, he mused), but she just gave him a bright smile and winked.

“You’re clear”, she announced and a second later another lady turned towards him, asking for a tenner entrance. Ro sighed and peeled it out of his trouser pokets, then marched down the stairs into the basement.

The room in itself was nothing like the outside.
It was dark, the scent of sweat wavering in the air, the liquid itself clinging onto heated bodies.
They were decidedly male, Ro noticed, strong arms and chests pulling on and pressing against each other, glistening in sharp disco lights.

And suddenly he seemed so small, so helpless, all the anger gone, just the pure confusion of how Ry could even enter such a place.
He was only standing at the top of the stairs, but already felt as if the mass of gayness would reach out to him to crush him in their midst. Their arms would hold him, far too tight to breath; his legs would be trapped between their thighs, his neck plastered with hot kisses.

Quickly he turned around to leave, when something fell against him, sending him down the small flight of stairs.

Ro gave a startled yelp and waited for his face to smash onto the floor, but the people on the dance floor would not move, instead caught him before he could hurt himself. Their hands were around his hips and on his elbows, digging into his skin, their slippery surfaces holding him into place while his eyes reached the one of his blue eyed “attacker”. He was a bit on the short side, blond strands veiling most of his face which seemed to be frozen in worry.
“I’m sorry”, he muttered. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah”, Ro said hurriedly, trying to gather his limps from the men’s hands, almost ripping them out of their grip.

“Thanks”, he mumbled into their direction, not daring to meet their eyes, and scurried over to the bar, leaving the boy behind.

“Could I have a…ehm….Pimms and Lemonade?” he asked after scanning the list, assuming that it would be close to non alcoholic.

The bartender, a handsome brunette in his thirties, gave him a nod and set to work, pouring a generous amount of brown liquid into a glass with orange-, lemon-, cumcumber slices and mince, before adding some sprite.

He set the glass in front of Rory, turning away without asking for his pay.

The boy shrugged, took hold of the icy cold glass and started sipping on something that seemed to be a bit heavier than just lemonade.

“Damn it”, he muttered, close to putting the glass aside, when he noticed a guy that was eyeing him out of the corner of his eye.

“Oh god, no”, he thought, keeping the glass, if just as an excuse not to have dance or talk or whatever.
Actually, he kind of liked the sweet, fresh taste of this Pimms thingy.

When he was halfway trough the drink, the guy got up and slowly walked over. Ro panicked and did the most unlogical thing he could think of- he drowned the rest of the Pimms.

“Hi”, the man said. Ro gave him a short glance and mouthed a hello, hoping he looked indifferent enough to be left alone.

“Here on your own?”

The black-haired shrugged his shoulders and turned to the bar for help. The brunette was staring at him with an amused expression and after catching his pleading look, he set to make another drink and slammed it in front of Rory, not asking for pay again. The boy grabbed the drink with a grateful expression and turned back to his predator.

“So do you wanna dance?”, the guy asked and Ro shook his head.

“I’m drinking”, he explained.

“I can see that. And you’re just here for the drinks”, the man asked and Ro gave a laugh.

“I’m JUST here, because I know the bartender.”

He emphasized the just and hoped it was safe enough to make such an announcement.

The man, however, huffed and went of into the crowd.

Rory send a triumphant smirk towards the bartender, who wordlessly put another glass in front of him, something yellow and sweet and….Ro tried to find the word, knew it somehow started with a and ended with lic, but wasn’t to sure about that right now.

The syllables however sounded good, so he licked the rim of the glass which was sugar coated and let the liquid follow. His throat burned, his eyes watered and he made sure to ask for another one. When his hands closed around the new glass, a timid voice pushed into his conscious. He spun around to the source of it, facing the boy that had fallen into him earlier.

“I would offer you a drink, but it seems like you’re getting enough already”, he announced with a shy smile. Ro could do nothing but nod.

The boy scanned him with sky blue eyes, making him feel a bit uncomfortable.

“It’s nice here”, he finally voiced, gesturing towards the bartender, who had a slightly sour expression by now.

The boy nodded and sat down next to him, his elbows touching Ro’s.

“So what are you drinking, …?”

“Ro”, the black-haired gave back and then gave a nervous laugh, studying the even face of the other. His eyes lingered on the blue orbs, took in the creamy skin and then focused on the bright red lips, somehow not able to tear them away from the sight. He gave a nervous laugh. “Me name’s Ro, I mean. But I dunno what I’m drinkin’.”

The blond nodded.

“What bout you”, he drawled and the boy gave a confused expression, leaning a bit closer.

“What about you?”, he yelled into the delicately formed ear.

His partner gave a smile and withdrew, muttering something.
Ro caught only a few syllables, but it sounded like “men”.

‘Aha’, the drunken one mused. ‘He must be german. No wonder he got problems understanding me. Got some accent, too. And he is cute.’

The last thought, however, didn’t register.

The little german had come closer again, his lips now brushing Ro’s earlobe, as he suggested a dance. His breath lingered, coated his skin, even when he had already drawn away and Ro wanted it back.

Shaking his head to banish the thoughts
e got up.

The moment his feet reached the floor and had to carry his weight again, he felt a bit of his common sense rushing back to him.

“Ehm…I don’t think I can….”, he began, but the blonde turned his adorable face toward him, giving him a reassuring smile, that melted his brain.

“Oh why not”, he huffed and let himself be dragged onto the dance floor.

“That’s a great song”, the german yelled and Ro tried to listen, but could hear nothing but the steady beat that was mirrored by the now moving hips of the other.
They were moving forwards and backwards, to the left and right and then they lounged just a bit to far and brushed against Rory’s who felt a tingling sensation spread through his groin.

He gave a grumbled moan and made a point of pulling the other towards him, until their bodies touched in most areas. His gaze lowered to the blond ones and for a moment he could spot the fear he knew was cruising trough his body as well, numbed by alcohol, but then the small body relaxed against him and they moved to the rhythm.

“Have you been here before?”

Ro found the question unnecessary, his brain was far away from thinking small talk right now, so he could just shake his head.

“Me neither”, the boy explained and Ro could just decide to shut him up in the most effective way of kissing him.

It hadn’t exactly been an idea before, but he could not deny that he had thought about it in the last few minutes in which he had eyed the blonde’s lips- that softly curved flesh, which glowed pinkish in his white face moving with all the useless words and now brushing against his hesitantly. He could feel the trace of saliva where the boy had nervously wet his lips before, a cool layer over the heat that pulsed beneath it.
With a sigh he pried the lips open, the boy complying, letting his tongue slip in so easily.

Ro was not quite sure what to do- after all HE had never kissed before. He could feel the small body squirming impatiently next to him, asking for some action, so he tried to find the others tongue in his mouth, stroking it with his own. The boy smiled against him and captured his bottom lip between his teeth, first biting gently, then a little bit harder. Ro’s eyes flew open and stared at the angelic face that melted into his. The blue eyed stared back, letting go of his lips and sliding his hands across Rory’s shoulders, so that they stood in a light embrace.

“You alright?”, the boy asked and Ro gave a slight nod. He wasn’t sure about it and he certainly didn’t know why, but somehow he felt more than alright.

“Good”, the boy decided and let go of Ro, brushing his hand over the others chest, while he did so.

Ro just stared at him, the fingers close to his stomach making him more heated than before.

“Drink”, he explained and the boy gave a sad look, but followed him to the bar.

The moment he arrived the bartender put another glass down and after a second of hesitation added another one for his companion.

“White Russian”, the boy explained and Ro sipped some of it, cream sticking to his upper
lip.

It was served in a smaller glass this time, but it was also more alcoholic than anything he’d had before and his face twisted when burning liquid went down his throat in one gulp.

The blond just stared at him and put down his drink, his hand reaching for Ro’s tentatively.

“You shouldn’t drink that much”, he told him when their hands met and Ro was more focused on the contact that on the words spoken.

He gave a nod and a smile and the boy stepped slowly closer, until their chest were almost touching. He pushed Ro against the bar and the taller one stayed there thankful, for he feared he would loose his balance else.
His head was spinning and it took him a second to contemplate before he realized that the warmth on his lips was the little one kissing him again.
There was the sweet taste of cream and the softness of flowing milk, a delicate hand stoking his sides soothingly.
The movements made him tired, he could feel his brain stop functioning, his eyes dipping close, not caring that he was kissed, why and by whom, until a violent pain jerked through his stomach.
He doubled forward (nausea distracting his senses), not able to hold the reaction, and his forehead collided with the boy’s nose.

Fluid exploded, but since Ro was able to still hold his vomiting, he had to learn that it was the German’s blood that ran down from his nose, over the mouth and his chin.

The blond raised his hand, touching the liquid and pulling it back almost immediately, an expression of horror plastered onto his face.

Ro send him an apologetic look, for he did not dare to open his mouth in case his self-control should fade the very instant he did. Instead he took hold of the boy’s wrist and pulled him slowly towards a door that was embedded into the dark wall. He thought it to be the toilet, not marked with a gender sign for there was only one gender in this establishment anyway, but upon opening the door he had to come to the conclusion that it was not the toilette.

Where white tiles and running water should have been there were only the dark bricks of a backyard and the only liquid that had been running there recently was urine, for the scent hung heavy in the air.

“Oh fuck”, the boy mouthed, whipping around, to get back inside but the door had fallen shut behind them.

“Fuck that’s not the…”, he continued, but stopped when Rory’s stomach finally decided not to like alcohol and to discharge it from its system.

With his hands resting against the rough stone of the next wall Ro threw up, tears stinging in his eyes.

When he was sure that the last bit of alcohol had left his body, he stumbled backwards and leaned against the door that was the only way back in.

The blond stood next to him, silently sobbing, as he tried to wipe away the blood that grazed his face.

“Are you ok?”, Ro asked, but the boy only gave a weak whimper.

The taller had to actually lean closer and brush a few strands of hair from his face, to notice how pale he was.

“What’s wrong?”, he questioned. “I haven’t broken-“

“N-no.”, the boy breathed. “I’m just…just afraid of…I can’t look at…”, he went on, pointing at the red mess in his face.

“Oh”. Ro made, looking at him undecidedly, then leaning down to use his sleeve to wipe away what blood was left.

The blond smiled, but tried to avoid looking at Rory’s previously white sleeve.

“It’s okay”, Ro continued, soothing voice and his hand rubbing the other’s back in lazy circles.

“I didn’t mean to. I just felt sick and…yeah….I don’t know. I’m not used to drinking.”

“That’s obvious.”

“Well, at least it’s all out now.”

The boy muffled a giggle with the hem of his sweater.

“Nah. You’re still a bit drunk”, he said.

Ro arched an eyebrow. Sure, he still had that light headed feeling, the idea of being invincible, but it all just seemed so natural. As if that was the way it was meant to be.

“And how would you know?”, he drawled.

“Because your hand is actually under my shirt now”, the boy explained and the very next moment he had made a leap into Ro’s lap, straddling the taller one successfully.

“And I’d kind of like to keep it there”, he remarked and then there was the hot mouth again. It slid over his so tentatively as if waiting for admission and Ro was uncertain as well. He could feel the other’s heartbeat where their chest melted together, could hear it hammering away in pure excitement, his own following like an echo at the same pace. Naked arms wrapped themselves around his trembling torso, fingers playing with his hair. The other’s breath coated his face, bringing the scent of the white Russian back and as much as Ro liked it, he wasn’t quite sure if he was drunk enough.
His hand reached out to untangle the boy’s from his hair and squeeze it, but he couldn’t decide if that was meant as an invitation and he would never know.

There had been a warm body against his and hips shifting to get into the right place and the very next moment it was all rough hands and cool air and Ro could feel how the other’s body was ripped away from his.

He opened his eyes which had slid close a minute before and in front of him glowered the face of the dark-haired guy who had asked him to dance.
His eyes were narrowed, shifting between Rory and the blond, finally resting on the former to whom he reached out. The fat hands closed around the teens collar and tugged him into a standing position. Ro struggled against him, not being much smaller but in his drunken state clearly no match for his assailant.

“Oh stop fighting” the man complained in a bored voice and Ro could make out another person, holding the german boy against the nearest wall.

“You’re far too drunk to fight”

The voice was closer to his ear now and he was trapped between it and the wall that he was tightly pressed against. His cheek burned where the bricks scrapped away at the skin and a few drops of spit seemed to land on his face, but the next moment he could not tell if it was actually saliva or just the rain that had started pouring from the night sky this very moment.

It came with a steady beat, the drops slamming onto the pavement, leaving an echo that was picked up by another bout of rain, the sound seemingly reaching into eternity.
He could feel the drops soak into his shirt, could feel how they weighed down his trousers and his head was still spinning and his body was still hot- not from his own body heat, but from the other’s.
He shuddered against the contact, yelled when he felt a thigh slide between his legs and then there was a tongue tracing the lines of his lips. He gave a growl, felt completely disgusted, hated every molecule of the body forced against his, but his anger and hate could not overpower the fear that coursed through his body.

He struggled, tried to get free, but could only feel the hold around his shoulders tighten, the fingers digging deeper into his flesh.

He screamed and then he stared crying.

It was slow sobs that forced their way out of his body, but they came along with one name. The name of a person he suddenly needed so much.

“RY”, he breathed a second before his mouth was claimed by his assailant and the very next moment he could feel a warmth spreading through his veins.

‘Fucking hell, what is going on?’, Ry asked in their mind, confused and still sleepy.
He tried to get his senses into order, but the very instant he rushed into the body his conscious was flooded by sensations.
There was another body pressed against theirs, Ro trembling under it. He could feel the humping against their leg, an erratic movement that left him strangely excited, but the very next moment he noticed the trail of tears running down their cheeks, still salty on their skin, though partly washed away from the rain. Their vision was a bit blurry, the taste of alcohol lingered on their tongue, along with the sharp sting of vodka he could trace on the others.

He gave a growl and bit down, bringing up his knee at the same time to kick his attacker where it would hurt him most.

The man gave a cry and let go of him, disappearing into the night with a swearword on his lips

“Fucking bastard” ,Ry yelled. “Never ever, are you gonna touch him again.”

A second later a fist connected with his stomach and he fell forward.

There was a second guy and close to him lay an adorable boy with his face covered in blood and the blond hair darkened from the rain.

Ry send him a confused look, before he crashed to the floor and awaited the next blow.

It didn’t come.

Instead he could hear a scream and a bang and so he closed his eyes for a moment, letting the rain wash away the tears that still streaked his cheeks.

‘What the hell where you doing’, he demanded silently. The Ro part of him reached up, to touch his own face, to trace the scraps where it had hit the wall.

‘What were you doing?!!!’, Ry repeated and Ro gave a whimper on the inside.

‘You’re gonna tell me, you know that don’t you?’, Ry demanded, pushing himself into an upright position.

‘I…I..wanted to see’, Ro finally whispered.

‘See?!’, Ry huffed. ‘What was it you wanted to see. How to best get raped?’

‘I wanted to know what it was that you liked’, Ro explained. ‘How you could actually get hard when that slut pressed against…’

He didn’t get any further, Ry had slammed their fist into the floor.

‘He wasn’t a slut and I’m wondering why you’re the one to judge. You haven’t been there. It was my time. I can still do whatever I want when-‘

‘But it was disgusting. It was so disgusting. How could you possibly love something that cheap, how-‘

“What the fuck is your problem?! Tell me, what is your fucking problem!!!!!”, Ry shouted out loud.
He was so annoyed by what Ro had said had there been a mirror he had broken it in the single purpose of banning their common face from his eye.
As it was he was left to stare at their reflection in the puddle they were practically kneeling in, the impact of a raindrop distorting the picture every second. Ry took in their face and how its lines jerked up and down, giving Ro almost an image of his own, when the other brought out the next words in a panicked sob.

“Because they’re gonna be with you and they’re gonna hold you and in the end you’ll
love them more than me….and I…I don’t want you to go with them.”

Ry’s intended answer- a venomous snarl about the rights he still held- never left his mouth as the meaning of those words struck him.

For three days he had feared that Ro-the person he loved most in the world, the person that had always been with him- would not be able to accept his feelings. That he would not even be able to understand his interest.

He had thought that the other reacted so violently merely out of disgust; that the idea Ry would like men was so repelling that he felt sick.
Now he calmed. He studied the boy that sat nearby, eyeing him confused, not daring to meet his gaze.
The boy was covered in blood and said blood was also on his sleeve, he realised and since the blond had not run away he figured that he was not afraid of Ro. They weren’t fighting when they were attacked, they were doing something else.

Something else entirely.

Ry smirked to himself.

Sure there was a trace of jealousy somewhere deep inside of him, but he knew he would never be able to have Ro so he was happy that he soon would be able to share something with the other. That they were practically the same again. And to be honest- he hated the idea of having to live trough sex with a girl, even if it meant Ro sweaty and aroused.

‘Why are you smirking’, Ro inquired sharply a second after he had waited for Ry’s reaction to what he had blurted out. Honestly, he hadn’t meant to speak his mind, but right now everything felt so loose, first of all his tongue.

‘Because it’s alright’, Ry muttered. ‘It’s alright and I’m never gonna love somebody as much as I love you.’

Ro gave a little sigh.

He was happy.

It was amazing how his world was limited down to just a few emotions right now.

He was happy, he was tired and he was not really sure what was actually going on, so he just slid away into nothingness, leaving Ry alone with their body.

A few syllables crossed their lips, before Ro even knew he had spoken.

“Thanks.”

“Well, yeah. You’re welcome, mate”, a voice announced somewhere above their head. Ro looked up and his eyes met the one of a brown-haired guy, he didn’t recognize.

“Needed help there, didn’t you?”, the guy asked with a twinkle in his yes, gesturing towards the second attacker, that he had apparently knocked out.

“Yeah”, Ry made, feeling uncomfortable, as the other slowly came closer.

“So, did you like your drink?”

Ry gave a lopsided grin.

Far too close.


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‘And who the fuck was the brown-haired guy’, Ry asked when they awoke the very next morning with a pounding head.

‘Huh?’, Ro made, trying to figure out what the other was talking about.

‘Last night. You. The club. Your so called straightness. The brown-haired guy. Talking about drinks.’

‘Oh.oh…..’, Ro made when at least some of the events came back to him.

‘That was the bartender’, he explained. ‘He gave me the drinks for free. Quite a lot actually.’

‘Figured’, Ry remarked sarcastically.

‘You….you didn’t have to pay him, did you’, his brother asked alarmed. Judging from the fact that he hardly remembered last night’s events the guy must have given him a lot of drinks. Most likely expensive ones.

‘Kind off’, Ry said, avoiding further questions along that line, reaching for the glass of water on the bedside table/

‘Oh. I’m sorry. I’ll give it back to you’, Ro suggested in an apologetic voice and Ry went into a nervous cough, some of the water dripping from his mouth.

‘Later’, he muttered. ‘I’m not a morning person.’

‘Morning person? Why, what does morning got to do with money.’

‘Nothing’, Ry hurried to say. ‘Just…just forget about it.’

And Ro had to wonder why their cheeks were suddenly so hot.

‘Ry?’ he asked suspiciously, but the other did not let him form a question.

‘So…who was that adorable, blond guy last night?’ he asked.

‘What guy?’ Ro wondered. ‘He could remember a blond person, small and delicate with girlish hands. She had been german.

‘Oh, nothing’, Ry huffed, wondering how much longer he had to wait until his brothers memory would come back.

‘You’ll better go and have a shower’, he recommended and Rory got up, holding his head, for it was blessed with a hangover.

‘Oh Christ’, Ro made, but Ry just chirped ‘shower’.

With a sigh the former dragged their body into the bathroom and straight into the shower cubicle (when had they become naked?), while his brother was singing songs in their mind.

The door closed behind them, the water started flowing and steam coated the walls and five minutes later there was an outraged shout to be heard.

“RY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”


The end


@teeta= honsetly, I hate it....and just put it up, because I realized that it won't get any better, no matter how much I try.....I am so sorry!!!!!
And also for being absent all the time....stupid inetconnection.....
but I promise that as soon as I moved (like the 3rd Sep.) we'll have lots of time for ourselves and Keiran and Ben....the latter sends the former a smile and a chaste kiss