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2 Man After Party	By : Cyndiana Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1784 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- 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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Title: Two Man “After Party”
Author: Cyndiana
Archive: A Feather in the Blood (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/afeatherintheblood)
Rating: NC-17 for VERY graphic depictions of M/M sexuality.
Pairing: Richard/Schneider
Synopsis: Schneider decides to take his lust for Richard "into his own hands"....Will he be caught in the act?
Author's Notes: This came to me out of nowhere. I swear sometimes my stories write themselves (manifestations of their real-life lusts for one another? Hmmm…There’s a story in THAT isn’t there?). This is a one-part, standalone blurb of a fic that takes place before and after a concert a-la Live aus Berlin. It is entirely from Schneider’s perspective.
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own Rammstein, wouldn’t be writing this shit if I did….Not for profit, is a work of fiction, yada yada bing bang BOOM.

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A smear of eye shadow, glittery grey. The glint of silver mascara. Gunmetal lipstick on his handsome, pursed lips. Opalescent foundation catching glimmers of light as he prepares himself in the mirror. Creamy, white contact lenses hiding his unbelievably gorgeous eyes. The ruggedly handsome features softened by the femininity of the makeup. Lovely. I stand in the doorway watching him. I am mesmerized. I’ve seen women apply their makeup, but even they were not so precise. They all look like slapdash harlots compared to my darling angel in chrome.

“Princess, you ready yet?”
“Don’t call me that Schneider! Besides, you’re as painted up as I am.”
“Yes, but I still look like a man…”

As untrue as this is, I like to get him riled up. He’s fucking gorgeous when he’s mad.

“No, you look like a downtown Berlin dirne…5 Euro for blowjobs, 20 for a piece of ass.”
Now I’M the one who’s pissed.
“Fuck you, Reesh!”

Oh, how I would love to…20 Euro or not!

The only time he looks more gorgeous than when his face is freshly applied is when the sweat of our performance has made it all run. I can see us fucking each other into a saline frenzy, as I lick the sweat from his face, tasting the fragrance in his eye liner mingled with the salt of passion.

God, now I’m hard…

He steps into the shower to rinse off the evidence of tonight’s performance, while I crash on the couch.

I know I smell like a gym locker, but I’m not about to go in there…not with him…naked and soapy, enjoying the hot, steamy water caressing his delectable anatomy…

God, now I’m REALLY fucking hard.

I rub my aching erection through my shorts. I look around the room. The others will be out for hours. After they mingle with groupies, it’ll be off to a bar, only popping in at the last minute to gather their things and board the bus to leave. And Richard is known for his 1-2 hour showers.

I feel I’m pretty safe, so I unzip my fly.

My steely cock pops out of my shorts like a jack-in-the-box. I walk to the dressing table, and retrieve a bottle of lotion Richard uses after he showers. To touch myself, and smell him while I do it, is an exciting enough thought to almost make me spray the dressing table without so much as touching my cock at all.

I return to the couch and put some of the lotion on my hand. It is a musky, woodsy scent, with soft floral undertones. The perfect compliment to Richard’s personality. I begin to rub myself slowly, letting the lotion coat my shaft. Once I am well coated, I jerk furiously. The aroma of the lotion fills the air, and I try to catch each solitary scent molecule, breathing this manufactured essence of him in as my begin to thrust my hips into my hand.

I tighten my grip and imagine it’s his tight hole…Imagining I’m fucking him, displaying broadly the passion I’ve been harboring inside for him for way too long. I am lost in the profane rapture of it all, feeling my impending ecstasy building and building. Soft moans and whimpers escape my lips as I am so very close…Then I hear a soft chuckle at my feet.

Like a speeding car stopped way too fast, I slam back into reality, to see Richard standing at the edge of the couch. All I want to do is melt into a puddle and evaporate before he has a chance to say anything.

“No, by all means, continue…”
I gulp, frozen, not knowing what to say or do.
“...Have you suddenly forgotten how?” He asks.

I’m still stuck like a deer in the headlights. He kneels beside the couch, taking my cock into his hand and stroking me slowly. I am amazed by his choice of action. The Richard I know would have ridiculed me, belittled me, and run off and told the others what he’d caught me doing, but this Richard was altogether foreign to me.

He kissed and nibbled at my abdomen as his strokes increased in speed and his grip tightened. Sparks of delight ran in a loop from my gut to my balls to my cock, undulating like waves. My cock jerked, warning of my orgasm’s arrival. He pressed my erection against my belly, causing the hot, steamy streams of cum to spray my abdomen and chest. I cried out sharply from the unbelievable delight of it.

When I’d given every drop, he slowly lapped up my seed with the tip of his tongue, not missing a bit. I closed my eyes and reeled from it, so drunken with endorphins, I wondered if it had all been a dream. When I opened my eyes again, Richard was turning me onto my stomach. He nibbled and kissed at my shoulder blades, soft kisses and nips trailing across my shoulders, and down each quivering vertebra of my spine. He reached my ass, and began to lick and suck at my lusting opening.

He giggled into it as my back arched like a kitten being petted. He took the lotion and lubed me well, inserting two lotioned fingers inside of me, fingering me until I was lubed inside and out. He slithered on top of me, putting his lips by my ear.

“I could devour you like a fine buffet, relishing each dish you had to offer…” He whispers, nibbling my ear lobe.

All at once “Mein Teil” played in my head, and I quivered. That was not how I’d intended, or desired, to take that comment.

Then I remembered the video shoot…

Myself standing at the sidelines while my band mates wrestled furiously in the mud. I’d giggled at the silliness of the others, but not at Richard. I admired his well-trained wrestling skill, and envisioned being pinned and helpless against him as he took me not-so-much against my will…

As he was doing now.

He slides into me gently, whispering such dirty little things in my ear.

“I couldn’t resist helping your satisfaction along. Sex is no fun when it’s shared by only one.”

Once he had filled me to capacity, he slid in and out with long, deliberate strokes. He gave my prostate plenty of friction as he slid out, out, out, then in, in, in, again. My breath followed his strokes...

*shudder, shudder, shudder/sigh, sigh, sigh*

Oh, God, the sensation was unbelievable. Soon his strokes grew into thrusts, thrusts into animalistic slams in and out of me, our voices uniting into a single wild, harmonious cry of lust.

I felt him explode like a weapon inside of me, and he collapsed onto me. His lips lay beside my ear again…

”Do you want to know why I fucked you, Schneider?”
“Why, Richard?”

I felt him lift off of me, not like he’d moved, but like he’d disintegrated into smoke. I heard his voice a second later from across the room.

“You tell me, you pervert, why you have your cock in one hand, and my lotion in the other?!”

Oh, God, it had been all in my mind! Please, someone, ANYONE, kill me, kill me now!

He stands in the doorway to the shower room, towel around his waist, and hand on his hip, taking his famous diva-like stance.

“Well, I’m waiting?”
“Uh….uh….Ummm…”

Oh God heart, just stop beating, just this once?

He takes the lotion from me, and drops the towel.

“Well, go on then.” He says with a sly grin.

He lotions up as I slowly continue. He rubs the lotion over his gorgeous skin, paying special attention to the parts that I desire most. I feel my orgasm building again. After he is lotioned, he gels his hair and dresses, spraying himself with his cologne.

My moans warn I’m about to cum, and he tosses me the towel in time for me to spray my full contents into it. I cry out shrilly. He walks by the couch on his way out the door.

Before he leaves, he turns to me and says, “Next time, Schneider…Call me if you need a hand, ok?”

Did he really say that?
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