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Red Light Lover	By : thesepinkroses Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1857 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Rammstein. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Red Light Lover
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The time has come again. Finally, we’ve hit the road for another unique tour. See, most musicians hate them but I don’t. When we’re away, I can do anything I like and get away with it. Sure, the others know but they don’t give a fuck. What I do in my time is up to me.

I glance over at him. He standing at the other end of the bar, sipping his beer. Yes, sipping. He’s camp in that way, that’s the way he portrays himself to the world but all that disappears when he’s fucking. I know because I speak from experience.

His eyes flicker my way, reflecting a sense of fear and encouragement. He’s trying to preoccupy himself by talking because he doesn’t know what to do. He’s confused and his emotions are conflicting. I can read him like a book. I’ve learnt to decipher his mood from all those years I was with him so I know exactly what he’s thinking. Even in the dim light of the bar, the expressions on his face give him away. It’s not surprising he’s confused. Our break-up was messy, lots of unsettled disputes. He knows he fucked up. He knows I was pissed off. He knows he hurt me. What he doesn’t know is that he’s fucking getting it tonight.

As I’m eyeing him up, I hear a familiar voice in my ear. A voice that I do not want to hear.

“Stop staring at him. He doesn’t belong to you any more. And anyway, he cheated on you.”

I turn around to see Christoph by my side, leaning against the bar, bottle of beer in his hand. Oh God, he’s trying to hit on me again. I don’t know why he still bothers. Maybe it hasn’t got through to him that’s he’s just wasting his time.

“I know that,” I answer, a hint of ice in my voice. “But I still like to watch him sometimes. I like to let him think he can still have me.”

I continue staring at my ex-lover, in a bid to deter Christoph, but no, he’s still standing there. I wonder how long it will take him before he decides to pester Till instead. I mean, Till will just fuck him but for some reason, he actually wants to be with me. Am I really that enticing? Maybe I can use that to an advantage. My advantage.

The drummer’s voice distracts me from my thoughts. “You have every right to do that. He fucked you around, for God’s sake and now he thinks he can get you back?! I mean, I, for one, would never treat anyone that way. You should make him pay for his mistake.”

I notice how he says ‘anyone’ instead of ‘a girl’. Provocative. He wants me to ask him about it. Will I satisfy him? Hmmm… No. I’ll let him stew a little longer. Hey, it’s not my fault. I never asked him to fall in love with me.

“Yes… I will” I say slowly. “I will make him pay. Tonight, he will see.” I edge away from Christoph, who knows he has just blown it for himself with his last sentence. But unfortunately for him, I only have one thing in mind and it involves a little reminiscence. As I make my way over to the other end of the bar, he sees me approaching and tries to delve a little deeper into the conversation he’s having with the woman he’s standing next to. He thinks he interested in her. I know he’s not. That’s why he doesn’t want to talk to me. As I draw closer to them, the woman looks up at me and smiles. She knows who I am. Correction. She knows half of who I am.

“I’m sorry, I must be interrupting your conversation-” I say shyly and turn to walk away.

It’s good to be thought of as the shy and quiet one. You don’t usually speak up, so when you do people think it’s usually something important and leave you to it. It surprises them to know you do actually have working vocal cords.

“No, it’s no trouble.” She interrupts, picking up her glass. “I guess you guys have got band stuff to talk about.” I give her a small smile as she leaves. She did the right thing and fucked off.

As soon as she’s out of earshot, my expression changes and this is what he’s afraid of. This is the side of me he’s ashamed to say he likes best. The dominant side that knows exactly how to play the game.

“Oliver… what do you want?” He’s afraid, I know it. And I love it. I love to hear that innocence in his voice, so vulnerable, so weak, so afraid. The best part is he’s never like it fucking.

I lean in close to him, breathing in his delectable scent. Even after all he’s done, he’s still turning me on. The wickedness of his ways. My eyes flash darkly at him. “I want you, Richard. I want you to be mine tonight. But… do you want me?” I turn my back of him, evil thoughts springing to my mind. I know he wants me. But he fucked around, cheated on me. He’ll have to prove his need to me. Nobody rides for free.

He moves closer to me, whispering softly. “Of course I want you, Oliver-”

I spin around to face him. “How much do you want me? More than anything?” I ask, the words falling like icicles.

I can see the longing in his eyes and I know that I’m halfway there. It won’t be long until he gives in now… He starts to say something, maybe admitting defeat, then:

“No.”

Suddenly, he advances closer to me, our chests almost touching. If we were the same height, I’d be able to feel his breath on my face. He looks up at me and I spot something familiar in his eyes. This is the Richard that only I know. This is the Richard that I love. We stare at each other for a while, then he speaks.

“Don’t try and act like I’m the only one who’s got that feeling. I know that you fucking feel it too. I know that you want to fuck me more than anything tonight. And I know that you never stopped wanting me.”

“You know me too well, Richard. I wondered how long it would take before you realised. So now that you have, what are you waiting for?”

I raise my eyebrows slightly, waiting for him to lead the way. Scowling, he turns his back on me and makes his way out of the club, me following him from a distance. I pass Till on the way out and he shoots a dirty look at me. No Richard for him tonight. No, he’s all mine.

We emerge into the black night, the wind cutting sharply against our bare skin. Neither of us are really dressed appropriately, we still think we’re in the middle of summer. Then again, that’s what it’s like in a club, hot and steamy. As he walks on ahead, I admire Richard in the eventide light. The close-fitting white singlet he’s wearing hugs the curves and dips of his muscular torso, showing off every firm bicep and every toned ab. They also display his erect nipples. Don’t bother trying to tell me that’s just the cold. As he rushes on ahead, I can see the firm buns of his ass outlined against the smooth material. I know I will have my fun tonight.

We arrive at the hotel in ten minutes, the quickest we’ve ever been. Seeing as we’re only on the second floor of this American monstrosity, Richard and I take the stairs, climbing them two at a time. I know he is as eager as me to get down to this so how he’s managing to contain his yearning is beyond me. As I approach my room, I slid down the keycard and the door swings open. We’ve hardly taken a step into the room before I draw him close to him to me and force my lips against his. Desperately, he tries to resist me but I slip a hand down his trousers and rub slowly. As predicted, he relents and allows my tongue to enter his mouth.

Oh… God…

I’d forgotten how good Richard tasted.

As our tongues wrestle in the midst of our mouths, I feel Richard begin to claw at the buttons on my shirt. I’m tempted to let him do this but then I remember. I am the fucker. He is the fuckee. Things are going to work my way. I end the kiss abruptly and push him back. He stares at me, stunned.

“I thought you wanted this?” he asks in disbelief.

“Oh, I do. It’s just that I call the shots, not you.” I reply, unbuttoning my shirt and flinging it aside. I move over to the edge of the bed, where he’s standing and push him onto it. Lying on top of him, I kiss him again but he pushes me away. He’s wearing that expression that I love. A mixture of fury and deep passion that makes me want him even more.

“Get the fuck off me,” he breathes and scrambles out from underneath me. He’s too quick for me to stop him and somehow he’s shoved me back onto the bed and now he’s the one in control. He starts to undo my trousers, ripping the buttons open and wrenching them off me in no time, taking my underwear with them. I’m now thrashing around on the bed and he tries to control me by pinning me down. You You won’t escape just yet,” he whispers in my ear.

He begins to nuzzle at my neck, a hybrid of gentle kisses and caresses with his tongue. I moan softly, the memories flooding back to me. But then I remember that I’m the one in charge. I rip his tender lips from my bare skin and tear his shirt away from his body. The smooth material shreds surprisingly easily underneath my fingers. As I fumble with his belt clasp, I can hear him panting, harder… harder… Richard doesn’t just want this. He needs this. He wriggles out of his trousers and I knock them onto the floor. It doesn’t surprise me to learn that he’s not wearing any underwear. He loves that essence of kink.

I pull his face closer to me and press my lips to his, his tongue intertwining with mine. I run my hands down the length of his back, the damp skin creating a friction between my dry palms, something almost like electricity. He halts the kiss and slides further down my chest, skin on skin. The lack of air conditioning in the room has led to the temperature rising sharply and both of us becoming hot, sticky and sweaty. Just the way I like to fuck.

His mouth settles on my nipple, he was always a tease. Not that we need foreplay, but he starts off slowly, tracing his tongue around the soft, sensitive flesh, giving slight kisses here and there, then moving onto flicking and sucking. He’s not tender; he never is. He’s biting. urtsurts. But the pain is what I love. And I know he does too. The contradiction of itself.

As he fools with my nipples, he’s gradually grinding his loins against mine, not too much for it be considered fucking but enough to rub himself against my burning arousal. Moaning loudly, I grab him by his hair and find myself raking my short, jagged fingernails across his smooth, caramel back, actually drawing blood. I’m no vampire but I love the taste of fresh blood impurified by the searing humidity. Inch by inch, I can feel him sliding his dick further down my groin, nearer to my ass-hole. No fucking way. If anyone one fucks tonight, it’s going to be me. Craftily, I slide underneath him and push him onto all fours. My turn.

“You tried to take advantage of your position. Now you’ll have to pay,” I shout, drawing his ass nearer to me by hooking him under his stomach with my arms. I hear him moan slightly, because he knows what’s coming. And he hasn’t yet made up his mind if he likes it.

I enter him sharply, driving deep within his system. Richard cries out in anguish at this dry assault. As I begin to pound him violently, my throbbing erection starts to shred intestinal tissue with every dirty pulse. I feel his ass muscles constrict with pain as blood starts to coat the insides of his asshole. Now he’s hollering out in agony. But still I continue. Now he’s getting the pay back, now he’s getting the hurt. This is for what he did to me. This is my revenge. Grabbing his shoulders, I force my way deeper in him, counting the seconds.

Eins… rein
Zwei… raus
Drei… rein
Vier… raus…

My nails are digging into his soft perfect flesh, leaving ugly purple marks but I don’t care. His screams get louder, he knows that he’s being tortured and for what? Sleeping with someone else. But he destroyed me and now I will do the same to him. I speed up my pace, fucking him harder and faster. My hands become slippery as Richard begins to sweat more and I gasp out in ecstasy.

Not long now, not long…

I’m ramming myself into Richard as he shrieks loudly, a combination of pleasure and pain forcing him to do so. I feel the build-up of pressure inside me, the feeling of losing everything all together but somehow I manage to hold on, prolonging Richard’s torment. The burning pangs of delight stab at me, increasingly multiplying until it takes over me, and I feel myself come in Richard’s ass, blood, sweat and cum mixed together in a cocktail of bodily fluids. I out out fast and leave Richard to collapse, gasping from his ordeal. He looks wounded, betrayed. Was it really such a good idea to punish him this way?

I crawl over to him and kiss him. He returns it passionately and puts a soft hand on my face. No resentment then. I break from him and move my hands down his torso, getting him warmed up for what is about to come. My hands arrive as his dick, which is as hard as hell. He looks up at me expectantly. Don’t worry, I will satisfy.

I start to run my hand up and down the length of his shaft, letting them linger longer than usual. Small sighs escape Richard’s mouth as I begin to increase my pace, working my hand faster. I work with the rhythms of his moans, encouraging his orgasm but making sure he doesn’t come just yet. Soon I feel the tension begin to mount in his thighs, I know he’s close but I keep holding him back, keeping him on the edge. Maybe I won’t give him that satisfaction…

Just as he’s about to come, I take my hand away and leave him panting on the bed, speechless. Again, he’s confused. Is this part of the game or am I just being cruel?

“Oh, you fucker…” He whispers, bitter at the fact that he so nearly had it then and is too ashamed to finish the job off himself.

“Why should you have all the satisfaction?” I ask as I prostrate myself on the bed before him. “I think it’s my turn now, isn’t it?”

He looks at me, uncertainty in his eyes.

“Get down and suck, bitch.” I command.

Hurriedly, Richard moves forward and wraps his lips around my pulsating erection. I gasp softly as I feel him working his way around, his tongue caressing every millimetre of skin. Hot beads of sweat begin to form on my forehead as he continues his sweet seduction. Moving down, he begins to play with the head, flicking and circling it tentatively, bringing me into an higher state of consciousness. I lift my hips up in rapture, forcing myself further down his throat. I’m screaming so loud now that I know it can be heard through the paper-thin walls of the hotel. Suddenly, he starts to suck wildly and something intense is starting to arise in my loins. I grab the bedsheets tightly as Richard sucks furiously at my swollen dick and I know I am nearly there.

Three, two, one…

I let out an almighty shout as I come hard in Richard’s mouth and I feel him swallow as I let the euphoria wash over me. I lie back on the bed, panting hard and observe Richard sitting up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand in a manner which is enticingly dirty. As I get my breath back, he sits at the end of the bed, looking a little unsure. Will he get rejected again? I beckon him over to me and he crawls up to where I am lying. I’m bordering on resentment and fulfilment. Pulling him close to me, I start to whisper softly into Richard’s ear, anything and everything. It’s not long before he falls asleep in my arms, his breath softly tickling my chest. As I stroke his hair, I know that our relationship would never be the same as it was before and it’s not fair to keep stringing him along. We have to leave the past behind us.

I slowly untangle myself from his grip and pull the duvet over him. Richard never did like the cold. I quietet met myself dressed, watching him all the time. I don’t want him to wake up and find me leaving him like this. As I pull on my shirt, I walk over to the bed and plant a final kiss on his head. For everything there ever was and now never can be. To my surprise, he rolls over and smiles in his sleep. He always knew. I tiptoe out of the door and softly shut it behind myself. I make it halfway down the hall before I pull out my phone and find the number I’m looking for. I know he’s going to be up, especially if it’s me calling. I press the ‘dial’ button on my phone and press it to my ear. It rings a couple of times before a voice answers. A voice I usually loathe.

“Hello?”

“Christoph? It’s me, Oliver. You’re alone, right?”

I don’t need an answer.
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