[RPF German rap / Tokio Hotel] Lockout [PG 15] Title: Lockout Wordcount: 4812 Author: Tabata reader and Pre-Beta: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=1)
lisachanoando and
fedykaulitz Rating: PG 15 Characters: Bill, David, Tom, Georg, Jorg, Bushido
Pairing: -
Genre: Fantasy, Comedy
Alerts: slash, language, AU, spin-off
Notes: This story is a spin-off of
Reign Over Me and lies just before the beginning of the same, to end where the story begins. I particularly enjoyed writing it because I needed something funny in which to pour my usual nonsense, and then love to keep David in times of hysteria. Join the COW-T
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maridichallenge and
fiumidiparole , taking home a bit 'of points for the
Team Vampire (prompt: Imprisonment).
Summary: "Because of a small insubordination, Jorg King II decides to punish the boys and girls of the harem confined to their rooms for an indefinite period. Bill, made unbearable boredom, looking all the way out. Until one day, arriving at the palace special guests. " LOCKOUT
The walls were covered with colorful cloths, a creative leap from the girls who were starting to get bored harem closed for more than a week, without the possibility of taking even a breath of fresh air. From the small square windows, the walls built in the tuff by the skilled hands of artisans, not seen a glimpse of the pale blue sky.
After the first day, the inevitable tension of being locked up so little space in all of them had begun to be felt, and now the mere sight of one another within a radius of four meters began to feel sick, but despite repeated requests forgiveness and the call of the same charge, which is now struggling to hold off the tantrums and the general sense of desire, the king did not want to cancel the collective punishment and, from what we reported the guards of the throne room, it was still so angry that such a possibility did not seem plausible even in a million years.
It happened very often that a rule violation or an impertinence, a degili slaves were punished. It was also happened that they were confined to their rooms for small groups, but it was the first time ever that King Jorg II decided that all his courtiers forty, nearly all of which consisted of his children, were trapped in their neighborhoods the prohibition of mandatory leave until further notice. Had prevented them even the small cloister of the castle, filled with palm trees and flowers, which was was constructed so that they could be seen outside without recreation. Slaves carried the food from the kitchen three times a day and a guard was escorting from their homes to those who seek their services, well-being careful that they could not distract in any way along the route.
A drastic measure was the natural consequence of half the disaster that had touched a diplomatic incident, threatening to drag the kingdom into trouble far more serious than that paid at the time, which already was not rosy because of the drought, famine and poverty inherited by his son, grandfather to father to go back in time until, probably, the dawn of their civilization.
The grave that had turned their beautiful rooms in a prison from which, it seemed, would never come out, had happened a week to ten days earlier during a rare visit of the Sultan of Zuwarah. Re Jorg II was at loggerheads with the sultan for a history of agreements are not respected and hoped to woo with the pleasures of his harem. The result of decades of research conducted on his person had determined that there was nothing in the world to calm everyone down especially as the company of a woman or a man, as appropriate. And if there was one thing that his kingdom could boast was the best selection of prostitutes in the country whole. The thought his heart was filled with pride. I was just visiting the harem, showing the organization and the beauty of his guest, when, taking one of the corridors, he found it full of people who urged two young men intent on beating wildly. The crowd of men and women shouted and swore, acted decomposed. Those who until a few hours before had been perfect examples of escorts and escort class, trained for years to please and stand in the way most appropriate to their role, especially in their ranks - they were still children of the king as illegitimate - had become rowdy monkeys who place bets, whistled who fell to the ground. The situation in itself embarrassing, had become irrecoverable launched when an earthenware pot with no caution had almost hit the Sultan of Zuwarah face. The man, not exactly in shape, had moved away in time but not fast enough and hit the pitcher's ear. It was not even out the blood, but the insult was that he was gone fuorioso, threatening war and invoking curses on all kinds of Jorg, on his kingdom and also on those two skeletal cows that remained open to grazing . Re
Jorg II had the most ferocious rage that had ever been seen in the castle. He sent the guards to quell the riot - Unleashed, it was discovered later, a woman - giving orders that violence was used, if necessary, and had threatened them with beatings, sales, end in divorce, and death, before deciding to an even more cruel imprisonment for an indefinite period alone with each other. Many people were declared innocent, and some even missing work when the accident happened, but he did not want to listen to reason. The country was virtually on the brink of collapse and they could not find anything better to do than make a spectacle in front of his guests.
Thus the immense doors leading harem were barred and we salute the incredible number privileges that the courtiers had to face than any other servant.
Bill, in all this was extremely unfortunate. He was one of those who, at the time of the brawl, it was found elsewhere in the bed of some kind of diplomat he had struggled to figure out the name. When he was back in the room, with the desire to take a bath two hours long, slip into bed and sleep at least until three days later, he found the districts monitored and an atmosphere of high treason.
A guard had let him summarily and David, the head of the harem, had hastened to meet him agitated and explain your situation.
David was himself a courtier, one of the few who came from outside, bought the king of a neighboring kingdom that he had had to separate to repay a debt. Jorg had an affair with him, at the time, because David was not only well trained but had an extraordinary organizational skills that led him to make the harem efficient service structure that was now almost a stand-alone device based at the castle, which belonged to the king only because his property. The beginning of what had been only a handful of more or less clean rooms where the soldiers and guests could enjoy the favors of young people compliant, David had apartments equipped with private bathrooms and a bodyguard in charge of security boys and girls, at least as long as they were in the harem, of what was happening in the private rooms of the guests, unfortunately, could not deal with. The unwritten rule of hospitality that were not required nor should be his business.
With the nice words and the excuse of hygiene and decoration, was also able to remove all practical acts harem, so those that remain private quarters where children could relax. After so much effort was natural that, once stopped working for reasons of age, he would end up occupying a prominent position as the manager, that not only the rightful because he had invented him, but in essence he had always played, even if only unofficially. He was very good in the new work, with the exception of a mild form of hysteria that led him to announce the end of the world at the slightest sign of the horizon problem.
He did exactly that when Bill, viziatissimo jewel of the harem, had returned to discover the new directives of the father. The meeting had been screaming at the disgrace and ruin all'irrimediabile, waving his arms above his head and moaning as the tragic heroine of one of the theater works he loved so much.
"What happened? Why are boys out there are on a war footing? "He asked Bill, without worrying the apparent agitation of the other. He had requested a bathroom and took off the bracelets and fruit.
"Catastrophe! The drama! The inevitable end! "Exclaimed David, fervor. "We will never see the light of day more!"
"Indeed," Bill had commented as they walked together toward the bathrooms and in the meantime, unhooked the clasps of her tunic lasciandosela slip off while walking.
"There was a brawl, an unfortunate accident, and your father until I was ordered everyone in here for punishment."
"How?" He had informed the boy, plunging into the hot water of the underground tank and releasing a satisfied sigh. It was amazing how you could lie flat on your back tire in order to satisfy the cravings of a boring old unimaginative, believed to be a genius just because he wanted to look at innovation in the face while doing so.
"And who knows?" David slumped on a couch, stretching his legs in a position to settle old matron agony. "Your father is furious! He does not feel right! "
" Tomorrow I'll talk. "
The day after Bill was armed with good intentions and strong that he knew of the ascendancy of the king to have a good relationship between him and his mother, one of his favorite slave, had requested the hearing and was made to accompany the throne room, subject to be returned straight back with a scream from the man who had gone berserk when he saw the hem of his robe courtier.
Bill we had rejected two more times without success, until he was resigned to the evidence that, despite its clear extraneous to the facts, he would not have done any of the favoritism that they usually get.
Ten days away from quell'inconcepibile injustice against him, if he was lying limply on the cushions of the room and looked at the ceiling by aiming to pass the time hypnotizing with points of light that formed when the sun came in through the window. So far he had not succeeded. Li
gazing intently until he crossed eyes and the white spot is not printed on the back of his eyelids, but no one came to save the state of lethargy. At the beginning of that prison, they all wanted to continue with daily activities, pretending nothing had happened. They were convinced that, industry exhibitions, Jorg king would loose the rope, but he had never seen and did not send anyone to control - even David had never been called to report - so after a while 'normal activities had become heavy without the consolation of being able to get out of those four walls. She woke up, prepare, perform their tasks in the time required or where they were going, but then nothing. Endless hours to look into the eyes in the hope that someone would come to a brilliant idea. Nobody ever had, of course. Mostly they ate, which led David to complain that if anything, by the grace of God, Jorg had decided to forgive them, they would find so fat that he should sell them to a circus elephant.
"And 'this, the I know! "Bill exclaimed suddenly, bowing his head back and stretching lasciviously among his pillows. "I feel it!"
"It 's this thing?" He asked anyone who found it hard to identify, as it was lying upside down.
"The day that I die of boredom," he said with a groan, pulling up suddenly and enjoying the sensation of vertigo. Better than this absolute immobility. "I know, I can not continue in this state for much longer. Soon my eyes will close, my breath will be weak and my body, tired of immobility which is forced, will collapse under the weight of despair. "
" But what immobility? If you do not do that work? People only want you, "exclaimed a male voice from across the room. Group broke away from a guy with long hair and smooth, his body muscled and oiled so as to give the impression that one of the marble statues of the room he had just come to life. "You are anything but still. How many times have you managed to keep the legs closed today? "
In response, Bill looked him straight in the eye and opened her legs with impertinence. "Fuck you George, you're just jealous."
Georg laughed. "You wish."
"The truth is that none of the men you want, but few women running around here," Bill continued, returning to sit in with a elegant movement and a little annoyed snort. "Your uselessness is obvious enough, even without you anoint as a roast in the sun to shine."
"Look here'..."
David entered the room from a couple quick hands times. "Just well, you two. There I taught as urlarvi greengrocer at the market, "he said sternly. "George, you returned to training. Those handles that you should be fine if you were a suitcase. Bill, you come with me. "
Bill stood up with a good chuckle of derision and smoothed the tunic.
"Why do I have to train him and instead he goes for a ride? We were not confined in here? "George protested, putting her hands in chalk bag to pull up the weights.
"Do you prefer to take care of you decrepit treasurer who is waiting upstairs?"
Georg turned white, and it was a large undertaking under ten years of tanning. David was a great supporter of golden skin. Send a substantial amount of his proteges to be sunbathing all day, but unfortunately could not do it with everyone because the king wished that there was variety, and besides, as he's wrong, gems like Bill had better remain white as the moon.
When they were in the hallway, Bill was already putting on the mock-serious expression and modest by which is usually presented in the other room. "But even that treasure," he asked with a half moan. "I saw him yesterday and still I could not get rid of the feeling. The man has one hundred and twelve years! He does not know that at his age he can not go around and fuck every other day and the other as well? "
David walked beside him with quick steps and hasty, as usual. It seemed that he had never had enough time and move at double speed to compensate. "Do not worry, it's just your brother," she reassured him flipping back and forth the same bunch of scrolls as if looking for a comparison of some sort. "It is presented here with a basket of sweets and a necklace bronze. What's wrong this time together? "
" No, but I do not see at least a week, so I will be forgiven for the absence, "Bill reasoned.
David looked at him and scribbled two illegible signatures at the bottom to the documents. "He apologizes for things that did not bring gifts and budgets. You've trained well, "he said, turning to the left while Bill went straight along the corridor. The boy just smiled.
Tom stood leaning against the door. It was usually used to come and go as he wanted, a little 'because her were family visits and a bit 'because before the recent events, the security system will fire only in the presence of invidui threatening, and he certainly did not fall into the category with its four bones and vaguely female who shared with the twin brother. This time, however, the guard outside had a lot of stories and in the end it took the weight and then close immediately launched into the door was only because David, passing there by chance, had have mercy on him trying to see the interior of the harem every time the door opened.
"Bill!" Close embrace his brother and then he pushed him away off just enough to observe it from head to foot, to make sure that during his absence had not suffered any damage. "How are you?"
"Well," she sighed, taking his arm to take a walk with him. "Apart from the fact that the king has taken to keep canaries in cages and there. I expect to find a mile in the table at any moment. By the way, nothing new about it? There are signs of weakness? "
Tom grinned awkwardly. "Yes and no."
"Meaning?"
"This morning we caught by chance a couple of rebels, and he thought that free you might be a good way to celebrate, "said Tom. "But then the Sultan of Zuwarah said that it expects double the money in half the time and then the king threatened to make any sacrifice to the crocodile god."
Bill rubbed his temples. "Great. Now do not get out again. I will die young and handsome, but no one will notice because of my death I will be closed in here! "
Seventeen years of living together more or less forced Tom had made waterproof the tragedies of his brother. So it received the news of his death by consumption very quiet. "But you can know that what have you done, exactly? The king mutters every kind of accusation, but I doubt that you would come to an agreement plotting a coup. "
Bill shrugged his shoulders. "I have no idea, I was not here. Whatever happened, I was two floors above to make someone very, very happy. "
" Please spare me the details, "Tom immediately put his hands on. He respected the work of his brother but he had cried with a loud voice you want to be a soldier when, twelve years, David had seen him sit so broken that it seems broken and had covertly suggested that perhaps the harem was not a place for him, as it seemed to be for Bill to come in like it belonged there all along. Tom did not get along with the idea of sprinkling of scented oil and slip like an eel from the river bed to bed to bring joy to residents and brighten the long nights of the desert.
"But you tell me when you go to war!" Protested Bill. "I assure you that it is very uplifting to know that someone, somewhere has lost a foot or a hand."
"All right! All right! You're right, "admitted Tom. "But I have some exciting news from the world beyond the bars, you can not say that you are not interested."
Bill Tom gave him a dirty look and smiled triumphantly. He could not remember even once, during their existence, it would not be able to scrub in one way or another.
"Come on, he says," Bill invited him, as he sat on a bench in the hallway.
"Remember when I said that rumors were circulating about a battalion of soldiers who had been sighted in the south and that he had beaten two of the most powerful tribes in the region?"
Bill nodded. The military strategy was one of those topics that can put him to sleep within five minutes but, since most of the guests from those parts was composed of soldiers, David had thought to train him to smile, her eyes discreetly cross and count sheep Finally, jumping fences, the tenessero awake long enough to wait for the wine, spices and sex spread the definitive host. For some strange reason was not exactly hospitable to the slave office room fell asleep snoring before, after or during the course of their duties. For Bill this was perfectly able to hear his brother babbling for hours without battlefields miss a beat and even reaching out to remember some names, sometimes. This story of the tribes defeated if he remembered her well, because it was the big news in recent months. The castle had not spoken on the other for days, even the laundry from the girls. "But nobody had seen this battalion," he said. He remembered that Tom had thought it was a fabricated story. The two tribes were probably destroyed each other and someone had seen fit to embroider, for that matter in those parts you are bored a lot.
"Exactly," nodded his brother excited. "Until now. Two of our spotted a small army in three days' journey from here. They have everything: weapons, horses, caravans. They seem well organized and no one knows anything. You know what this means? Coming from outside. "
" And make for us? "
" Yes, "cried Tom enthusiastically. "Pointed at us."
Bill pulled a shove. "May I ask why are you so happy? They are foreigners, and are organized in a few days will be at home. Should we worry about. "
" If Can we play well, could be the solution for gl El-Fahs. "
" Or they might be the solution to the debt of this castle, "said Bill dry. "Why come and shave him to the ground."
The rest of the tour had passed to chat about this and that. Bill was suffering from the tragic role of the prison and draped over the shoulder of his brother, had asked him to tell him the wonders that were beyond the closed doors that could not cross, forgetting to mention that in fact the crossed on average twice a day. Tom was quite satisfactory in its explanation, although he did not know exactly what you tell in a week since the kingdom had not changed much and had not done so even in the days following. They parted with a hug strappalacarime - from Bill - and embarrassed - by Tom - and the promise to meet again as soon as possible. "Even if they continue to keep me locked in here, you still come see me!" Bill whined.
"barring unforeseen circumstances, I come to see you every other day, Bill," sighed the brother looked up to heaven. Bill ignored
completely that little detail and accompanied him almost on the doorstep, where a guard stepped forward immediately to block the road. He greeted the sister with one hand and then leaned against the door with feigned indifference. "Hello Gustav," he said quietly, blinking eyes.
Gustav had top half of Bill and off twice, and this looked like a side table. He had a frown and only one made its way into the world without saying a word. Bill's greeting he just grunted. Bill was not to be discouraged. He cleared his voice with a little cough and took a few step forward, according to careful not to overcome the insidious imaginary line that separated him from freedom. "I was wondering if I could not get out a bit '. Only ten minutes to get some 'air is so hot in here, "she cried, waving his hand before his face and pushing a bit' tunic. "I am convinced we can reach an agreement."
Bill looked down alluring, promising wonders from beneath her long black lashes. Gustav looked at him completely immobile and did not react even when stretched out a hand to stroke his arm. Bill smiled and became more close. Could get by with a little on that port and then disappear somewhere out harem. He would do literally anything to two hours away from there or from any one room. In the end it was a great freedom to slip out of the cage in the bed of someone. "You should not even ask permission from the sovereign," it urged, strusciandoglisi him without any effect. "I'll shut up, I consider it a personal favor. What do you say? "
Then someone yanked him violently back, pulling the belt of his tunic. "I say that if the offense did not go entirely to waste, ti darei della grandissima zoccola,” commentò David.
Bill lo guardò con un sorriso colpevole. “Oh, sei tu! Facevo soltanto due chiacchiere.”
Il responsabile lo guardò così male che Bill sentì la necessità di unire compostamente i piedi e guardarli con singolare attenzione. “Dal momento che sono in ritardo con un milione di faccende, arrivano voci che il sovrano stia perdendo la brocca e abbiamo perso quindici – e ripeto qundici – tuniche pregiate Dio solo sa dove e soprattutto come visto che nessuno può uscire di qui, fingerò di non averti seen propporre sexual favors to guards to get out of here. "
" I was not, "
" And for heaven's sake do not try to excuse yourself if you do not want to use extreme violence, "David interrupted him with a hysterical grin and detector intoxicating. Pulled three taps on the head, but benevolent leggermanete violent. "Now go get ready, they asked you."
The climate of fear and condemnation to eternal imprisonment lasted for three days and the king seemed so certain in their decision to live murarli, now that even if Bill had made a right. Fought like everyone else just so 'in the window of time to air, it was endless games of chess with her younger sisters and he and George were fighting furiously whenever they could in the hope that the fury of their respective incazzature leads them to blow off steam on a mattress, but still had not succeeded. One afternoon there was very close, but waking up in a kiss and the other is being looked at were very embarrassing. They had escaped a one side and the other one and had no word whether the incident.
Just when the entire colony of courtiers had resigned to live and die in captivity, the news spread that foreign visitors had arrived at the castle. Bill sought immediately to talk to his brother, he sent messages by complacent guards - Gustav and then not - and tried to speak in the afternoon when he went out to work and tried to be let out of a window when she saw him pass through the courtyard, but David noticed it and told him he could choose to speak with his brother crashed head on the pavement, or might be in the room. And he had to choose the latter for reasons of force majeure.
At the end there was no need to question why Tom, towards evening, the king had made it clear that what is grim at the palace was a general of the enemy came from the south, a guest of honor that he deserved the best care. Jorg wanted one of them had served in the banquet room during dinner. If - and the king had put much emphasis on that conditional - have proved satisfactory enough to offset the catastrophic damage done before he would consider the possibility of their return all the privileges, but they had to do a damn good job.
When David had finished reporting, all eyes were moved simultaneously on Bill, which, far from being in awe, took the matter on his thin shoulders and he had made a point of honor. No general foreigner could come between him and the freedom to do what he thought, would show the man what was done to the hospitality of the Kingdom of Jorg and would lead his brothers out of quell'harem once and for all. Figuratively, of course.
Found that Bill would save the entire population of those four rooms, David had gone insane to choose, prepare and make sure they were all those perfect to the last detail. Just before dinner I was fifteen in the hallway and lined up ready for inspection. He was fussy, petulant and cried several times only to be surrounded by incompetent, but then eventually passed them all and sent them into the banqueting hall, where the slaves were unit the two long tables.
Down the hall there were curtains and cushions on which it is arranged in an artistic manner, so as to catch the eye but not to be too intrusive. Bill settled a half-red tunic and a long necklace that hung down to his navel, and then it settled on the cushions while the doors of the hall opened.
His father later became the interpreter and four foreigners in armor. Three of them looked very tired, but fairly quiet. Is pointed and smiled at each other that attracted their attention in the room. The first one, next to his father, was rather serious. She looked angry and intent, olive skin and two eyes that looked very deep blacks and record everything on which it rested. Bill made an exception to the rule, and instead of keeping his head down, he followed the movements of man and watched him carefully as he was taking place at the table. Jorg was addressed only to him, so it was certainly the general. The others were to be his chosen men, or perhaps the personal guard. General
always turned to the interpreter before you speak and then he turned toward Jorg, politely, to observe the reactions as the words were reported. Sometimes he smiled. Bill thought he had a beautiful smile.
the end of dinner, Jorg king offered its guests the company of one or more of his courtiers, and when the general laid eyes on them, Bill made sure that crosses his eyes and they would not be willing to look elsewhere. The man stared at him long enough for the Jorg consider his choice, and propose it to him along with one of the girls. Bill knew he was better, I knew from the way in which the general swallowed looking at it, so was not surprised when he chose.
went around the table with measured steps and stood beside his chair compound, waiting for orders. Despite the armor, had a good flavor and was young. It would have been more pleasant than many other times.
The man stood up and motioned to follow him in the rooms that the king had made available.
Among the pillows there was a collective sigh of relief: the situation in hand, Bill was virtually resolved. Moreover, as George would say, if there was one thing Bill could do was just use my hands.
