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Chronicles (Multi-chapter, serial slash fic)	By : Cyndiana Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1897 -:- 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: Chronicles ep. 1
AUTHOR: Cyndiana
RATING: NC-17 for graphic depiction of M/M sexuality and language.
ARCHIVE: A Feather in the Blood(http://groups.yahoo.com/group/afeatherintheblood/)
PAIRING: Richard/Schneider
SYNOPSIS: Both Richard and Schneider enjoy their little risqué rendezvous, but is there something serious lurking beneath the surface?
AUTHOR’S NOTES: This is the first episode in a fic series known as Chronicles. It starts in current time, but may go back and forth through Rammstein history as the mood so strikes me. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: A work of fiction. Not a statement of fact in any way. Not for profit. The character of Carlos is my own creation, all others are property unto themselves. Cazzo and Falcon films are gay adult film companies, and their names are their own property as well.

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I love getting fucked…

I don’t know why it appeals so much to me, but I adore it.

I mean REALLY fucked.

Toys don’t cut it.

Toys don’t moan, or groan, or flush red and shiver as they explode inside you.

Nope, only a man will do.

And right now, my ankles are pressed securely against my ears as Richard pumps away at my sensitive inner regions like a horny Doberman, and I…I am a bitch in heat.

God, I love my life.

A ring on my finger to make myself legitimate, and Richard in my bed to make me happy.

Devious, yes…

…Exhilarating? I can’t even BEGIN to tell you.

I can feel him grow more frantic as he’s about to…

…Oh yes, he is right on the cusp of it.

“Oh fuck, Schneider, JA!”

He is cumming so hard, I’m amazed his balls aren’t caving in.

Amazing…

He collapses beside me, spent and smiling.

It is a very, very lucky, not to mention handy, thing to have your lover as your band mate. Less suspicion that way, ja?

Ok, this dirty boy needs a shower, so I stand up, sauntering to the bath, wiggling my ass which he just so gorgeously violated, and turn on the water.

“Don’t you need to…” he pants between snatched breaths, “…cum, Schneider?”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it, Schatz…I’ll ‘handle’ it…”

“Oh no you don’t…”

Works every time.

It doesn’t take long before he is knees to tile, and swallowing my cock, deep throating me like a fucking Cazzo boy, and I am clawing at his black hair like a mad man.

You have to understand, Richard is like a See-and-Say…Pull his lever, and you are not sure what you’ll land on, but the choices never change.

I pulled his lever, and got “B is for ‘ball-draining blow job’…”

Soon, I am unloading down his throat and sobbing like a virgin.

He swallows every drop like it’s champagne.

He is the world’s biggest cock whore, and you can quote me on that.

Now we actually shower before ice cubes start falling from the shower head, and I must admit it’s kind of…nice.

He might be merciless in bed, but otherwise, his touches are gentle, considerate, downright romantic.

He dries me off and we both dress.

He smiles wickedly and sucks at my Adam’s apple.

“Rich-Richard…Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“What, do you want me to suck you again?”

“No, precious…Carlos.”

“Car…LOS! Oh no! It’s half past noon!” Richard shrieked, scrambling about, trying to dress quickly.

“Honey, honey…He knows how much of a priss you are. Tell him you had a hair emergency, and I’m sure all will be forgiven. Now, come on, I’ll blow dry you.” I comfort him, manning the hairdryer as he puts on his makeup.

“Easy Schnei, you’re blowing the powder away.” he yelps over the screaming dryer.

“You don’t NEED it, Richard. You are perfect, just as you are…But, I know you’ll never believe me, so by all means, powder away.”

“How do I look?” he asks, giving me a supermodel turn.

“Beautiful. Carlos is lucky to have you for a steady boyfriend.”

“Only in this country, eh?” Richard replied with a devilish wink.

“Only in this postal code, you mean.” I tease.

“God, you will pay for that later. Don’t miss me too much.” he says, kissing me quickly. I savor the taste of his fruity lip gloss.

“I won’t, and bring me back some crème brulee, you grubby bastard.”

“Will do!” he calls to me on his way out the door.

I know what you’re thinking, how could I live this way, fucking Richard like a drunken cheerleader, only to send him off to someone else?

It’s not as difficult as you’d believe.

Look, I like romance as much as the next guy, but you kind of…eschew that when you take on the pink badge of queerdom.

Oh ja, I’ve seen the TV shows in America where even the most cold blooded homos fall madly in love with each other, move to a suburb and knit doilies in bliss.

But that’s not REALITY TV, now is it?

It’s a great thought, but it just doesn’t happen.

Men are about sex: how often can they get it, with how many others, and how much do they have to sacrifice to get it as often as they want with as many people as they want and…

…is it worth it?

Before you try and psychoanalyze me, think about this…

Richard always falls asleep in my arms.

That’s more than all those little toy boys can say, ja?

Besides, it’s not like I’m all alone without him. I have ein schwarzes Buch of my own, you know.

I have hundreds of numbers in every continent I can call on a mere whim, if I so chose to.

I’m not dog food, you know. I think I’m holding up quite well for my age of…27...

Moving on.

You know, you are probably reading far too much into Richard and I. We are band mates first and foremost, and quite luckily fuck buddies to boot…But nothing more. At all.

Richard is home, disheveled as usual, grinning like an axe-murderer at a summer camp, and I’m sitting in my boxer briefs drinking red wine from the bottle and crying over the German dubbed episode of Queer as Folk I’m watching.

“Schnei, are you all right?” he asks, squeezing my shoulder.

“Sad…sad episode. Vince just died.”

“Uh-huh…” he goes to grab my bottle of wine, “This wine is cold. You don’t chill red wine, Schneider.”

“Back off, you fucking queen, I like my wine cold, red, white, or otherwise.” I snap at him, taking a swig.

“Baby, are you drunk?”

“No! I’m just…FINE!” I shriek as I tumble off the couch.

“Ok, it’s way past somebody’s bed time.” he says softly, cradling me in his arms.

“I am a grown man, I can take myself to bed when I’m good and ready.”

“So, you’re not tired?”

“Ja, I’m tired, take me to bed…” I surrender, flopping my head onto his shoulder.

He pulls the covers down with one hand, laying me down, and pulling them over me.

“Reesh…küss mich…bitte?” I ask, slipping away from the waking world.

He smiles and kisses me chastely.

“Good night, Schneider.”

I’ll have to let him have it in the morning.

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The sun is up, and my head is pounding.

I put on a robe, and sunglasses, and wander for Richard’s room, prepared to scream…no…Take a VERY stern tone with him about last night, when…

…Oh, fucking hell.

Carlos decided to invite himself over for the night.

He is bare-assed, sleeping on top of the covers.

Not bad.

I smack Richard’s chest.

“Ow! Schnei!”

“Sitting room, NOW!”

Richard slips on his black boxer-briefs and we both retire to the sitting room.

“I thought we agreed, Richard, that-”

“I know, I know…No ass back to our room, but he just…dropped by. It would be wrong of me to send him away.”

“You are pathetic! Fine, Richard, you and Carlos can have your fun. I’m calling the desk and getting a separate room.”

“Wait, Chris, please.”

Did he just call me…?

“Look, I’m sorry, ok? I’ll tell him you’re sick, and that he needs to leave.”

“Tell him I have ebola! No, mad cow disease…No! West Nile virus!”

“How about the flu?”

“You have NO imagination, Richard.”

Richard creeps into his room, and I hear whispering.

“Carlos, wait!” Richard calls as Carlos saunters up to me, very, VERY naked.

“Richard says you are not well…” he coos in a thick, velvety Spanish accent.

“I’ve been better.” I reply, thankful for the dark sunglasses that conceal my roving eyes.

“Well, I’d hate to see such a long time friend of Richard’s so…miserable. Is there anything I could do?”

“Uhm…Well…Ahem. No, but thanks for the offer.”

Oh shit…

Next thing I know, I have a Spaniard at one end of me, Richard halfway down my throat, and my dignity is non-existent.

Now I know why Richard wanted a second helping…

He is pounding into me like there is no tomorrow, and I don’t even know my own name anymore.

And Latin men, are VOCAL.

I think he called upon every saint ever lived, and some I’m pretty sure he made some up for effect.

He and Richard met their end at the same time, filling me proficiently. Then, Carlos put his full, pouting lips to better use as he sucked me to completion.

What have I done?

Carlos excused himself for the shower, and Richard pounced me, kissing me hungrily.

“I never knew you had it in you, Schneider!” he gasps between kisses.

“Oh I had it in me, and on me, and all around me…I feel like a whore.”

“Why? Because you’re expanding your horizons?”

“No, because I just fucked my best friend and his…his…his boyfriend…”

The weight of what I’ve just done sits squarely on my shoulders, and I slip into my room.

I feel dirty, and not in the Falcon films kind of way.

I feel like that trash can in the bathroom stall at the gay bar you thank God everyday you don’t have to empty.

What is wrong with me?

Only 5 years back, I’d have been scribbling in my journal about this day, even taking the time to give it a 5 Schwanz rating, complete with hand drawn little Schwanzes.

But now it just feels…Wrong…

…incomplete.

Maybe Paul is right, maybe I have become a woman.

I mean, with Richard the sex is great…Mind-blowing…So good, it should be classified as a controlled substance, but it’s the tender moments afterward that…make it all worth while.

I mean, he looks at you with those emerald eyes…Well, one looks at you the other makes sure no one’s trying to sneak up on you…left eye, little lazy…I think it’s cute….Anyways…

When he looks at me that way, it makes me feel so…special…

So, maybe my days of carefree debauchery are behind me. I am going on…27...it’s about time I thought about a future with someone.

Right?

I hear a soft knocking at my door.

“Go away, Richard, I’ve got a bad hangover, and I’ll vomit on you.” I threaten.

“Not going to work. Carlos is gone. Care to tell me what’s bothering you?” he asks, voice comforting and gentle.

“BESIDES my stomach, my head, and now my sore ass?”

“Ja, besides all of that.”

He settles himself down at the end of my bed, eyes soft with concern.

“Stop it with that! You look like a puppy with worms…” I yelp, looking away.

“Schneider, I know you. You’re upset. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Or else WHAT?”

There goes that eyebrow of his.

God help me.

He kisses me slow, deep, and passionate.

“Bitte, Schnei…You can tell me anything, you know that.”

“I love you, Richard!” I call out, clamping my hands over my mouth far too late.

“It’s about time somebody said it.” he coos, smiling softly.

“What are you talking about?”

“I love you too, Schneider. But, I didn’t think you were ready to be tied down yet, though you are only a year from turning 40...”

“27! I’m 27 Richard!” I correct him, popping him on his firm bicep.

“Whichever…If you are ready to give up the single life, I am too.”

“You mean you’d give up Carlos…For ME?” I ask under my breath, in total disbelief.

“I’d give EVERYONE else up for you, INCLUDING Carlos.”

I gasp!

“I wouldn’t even give up Carlos, no matter HOW fucking much I loved you, Richard.”

He laughs softly, and nuzzles my cheek.

God that feels…nice…

“Fine, fine, so I guess we’re…My God…We’re…COMMITTED…”

“We should be…” he jokes.

“But are we Till and Flake committed?”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, that’s a little more committed than I think either of us are ready for.”

“Agreed…”

He lays beside me, holding me close.

“Uhm, Richard, honey?”

“Ja?”

“This romantic stuff is really nice, don’t get me wrong, but just because we’re a couple now, doesn’t mean I don’t like to be fucked like a 2 Euro whore on occasion.”

“Oh, definitely. It just means you need to take out insurance on that lovely ass of yours, because if I’m only fucking you, I’ll have a lot of sexual energy to get rid of…”

“Richard?”

“Ja?”

“Care to unload some now?”

“I thought you’d never ask…”

DIE ENDE...

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