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Es ist Eifersucht	By : Cyndiana Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1191 -:- 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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TITLE: Es ist Eifersucht
AUTHOR: Cyndiana
RATING: NC-17 for very graphic depictions of M/M sexuality and language.
ARCHIVE: A Feather in the Blood (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/afeatherintheblood)
PAIRING: Richard/Till and later Richard/Olli
SYNOPSIS: Richard finds that the one you want isn’t always who you’re with, and Olli stops being the observer, and becomes the observed.
DISCLAIMER: Work of fiction. Not intended as statement of fact. Not for profit.

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Richard tapped his lighter on the shiny, marble table top. Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap…He was lost in deep thought. What he was thinking, I couldn’t tell.

I followed his glassy-eyed gaze across the bar. His eyes fixated on Till. Till, yammering on about himself to some doe-eyed female admirer. She played with his hair, and caressed his hand. She placed her lips by his ear and whispered something I could only assume was quite lewd, by Till’s lascivious cackle. TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP went Richard’s lighter. Do I detect a hint of jealousy? Hmmm…

I sit, open-eyed and closed-mouthed. I like this position. I can see and know all, like a camera in one of those cheesy American reality TV shows…After a while, the cast members forget it’s there, and then the good stuff begins.

Finally Till and the groupie both rise and, as far as I can tell, decide to head back to Till’s hotel room. I thought Richard was going to tap a hole through the table. I put a cigarette in my mouth, and take the lighter from him, lighting my smoke. Richard’s hand falls three more times before he realizes it’s gone and looks at me. Well, Olli, that’s your cue.

“Go talk to him.” I say, all sage-like, drawing a long drag off my cigarette. Richard gives me that dumb, Neanderthal gaze that no amount of makeup or grooming can disguise when you’re up close to him. My eyes indicate to the door in a “well, get on with it, dumbass!” manner. He looks down at the table drawing little circles on it with his finger.
“What if he freaks out? What if he’s not even-?”
“Richard…the man fucks our keyboardist nightly with a rubber dildo…I think that MAY be-now call me crazy-MAY be some indication that he just MIGHT be…” I waggle my hand to indicate Till may tip to the other side of the sexual scale.
Richard laughs softly.
“Well, Rich? Go get him!”
Richard takes back his lighter and leaves.

I sit, alone again, watching the world go by from my happy little perch.

After a while watching each couple hook up, and leave to go fuck, I decide to return to my hotel room and sulk myself to sleep. No one knows how desperately lonely I really am. I never talk enough to let on. I do this entirely on purpose. Last thing I need is pity.

As I walk down the hall of our hotel, I see the groupie, half-dressed and indignant leaving Till’s room. His door is cracked, and I see him and Richard kissing and wrestling for dominance as they make their way to Till’s bed. Like the old proverbial camera, my eye watches as random bits of clothing fall to the floor, hands wander over sumptuous body parts…Tongues kissing and caressing each other into madness. My breath gets caught in my throat, and the crotch of my pants tighten dangerously.

I stuff my hands in my pockets and trudge down the hall to my room, now horny AND alone…

I lay in my bed in my boxer shorts, looking up at the ceiling. The lights up above dance for me as cars pass by in the street below. I hear the sounds of the city: traffic, car horns, laughter, booming music from the nightclub downstairs. Life…Life going on, without me. A very sobering thought, as I allow a tear or twenty to fall from my eyes.

I curl up into the foetal position, more cold inside than out, and cry myself to sleep…

AGAIN…

The sun rises, and I’m still in the same position, and my muscles are letting me know it. I rise, and crack my achy old bones, the sound resonating in the large, cavernous room.

I step into the bath, slipping out of my boxers, and into the shower. The steamy water envelopes me, its smoldering arms embracing me. I relish its caress over my body.

Then, I hear shouts from the room next door…Till’s room…

My ears, the old proverbial “boom mic” aim to hear it all.

“Oh, Ritchie, what did you think this was, hmm?”
“Don’t fucking call me that, you condescending little shit!”
“Don’t be like that Richard…”
“Don’t…fucking TOUCH me!” *DOOR SLAM*
Then, an effeminate, but clearly MALE voice:
“Why does he have to be such a bitch?”
“He’s a sappy little queer…”
“But I’m a good little queer…”
“I’d bet you are, honey, now lift your legs a little higher for daddy…Good job…”

YECH…Can’t listen to anymore.

I step out of the shower, and wrap the towel around me. I walk back to my bed, searching for my suitcase to find some fresh clothes. I hear the knock at my door. I answer it to find a shaking, weeping Richard.

“Oh God, Richard, come in! What happened?” As if I didn’t well know…
“Till’s with some fucking male prostitute…” he says, frantically pacing the floor.

Oh yeah, he said “prostitute” and not “groupie” or “fan”. So, Till’s paying for it now, is he?
Why pay for it, when he had such a gorgeous man right there to…
Wait…Did I just think that?

Richard stops in his tracks, open-mouthed, and wide-eyed, standing in front of me…

Did I just SAY THAT OUT LOUD?
Shit, my mouth has betrayed me!

I stammer, reaching, grabbing, groping the nothingness between us for a suitable reply…But alas, I find none. He smiles softly, running his hand through his hair. “Oh, Olli…I never knew you cared!” He laughs deep and gleefully. I feel a bolt of electricity in my gut, an equal blend of fear and…anticipation?

He steps up to me, placing his hand on my cheek. My eyelids droop, as I breathe in his cologne.

“Why are you always alone, Olli?”
I pull my face away from his hand, turning my back to him.
“Maybe I prefer solitude, is all…”
“It’s not good for anyone to be alone.”
“Look, Richard, I don’t want your pity, all right?”
“Good, you’re not getting it…”
“Then, what am I getting?”
“My respect, my appreciation, my…”
He turns me around and kisses me deeply.

I moan into the kiss, my lips so hungry for contact, that I fear I will consume him whole.

The kisses go on for what seems like an eternity…His tongue and lips working me into an impassioned frenzy. He gazes furtively into my eyes as both of his hands grip my towel, pulling it apart, letting it fall to the floor.

I shudder-breathe as he looks me over, inspecting me carefully, his eyes focused like two pinpoint cameras…

“You are quite lovely, Olli…Anyone ever told you that?”
I shake my head. No one ever had, before…

He steps up to me once more, and I slowly undo the buttons on his shirt.
I slide it off of his arms, reveling in the firmness of his shoulders and chest.

I grip the top button of his fly, and undo it slowly. I slide the zipper down, letting him feel every last one of the teeth give as it descends lower and lower…

Out of his shoes, socks, pants, and he neglected to wear underwear…He is bare before me. I shiver from rapture, as his lips seduce the delightful place where my neck and shoulder meet. His teeth lightly graze, and I call out into the night, “Oh, Richard!”

He bends down slightly, and captures my right nipple between his lips, nibbling, sucking, and biting it mercilessly…My hips jerk from the pleasure, cock begging for attention. He then proceeds to give the left nipple the same attention…

God, I am on fire with passion, and I can see that passion reflected in his blue, blue eyes as me returns to kissing me, leading me to the bed.

He lays me down, and kisses small, wet trails across my chest and abdomen. His eyes gaze up at me with wicked intention. He reaches my aching erection, and laps at the head softly, like a kitten.

I moan aloud, yearning for more. His tongue flutters over the head, the shaft, through the slit and over the hole. I can’t take much more of this without losing my mind…

He gives my balls a firm, but yet gentle squeeze. “Ja, you’re ready…” he says with an evil grin. He takes me into his mouth, clear down to the base, deep throating me. I whimper, as he continues this oh-so-welcomed assault on my cock.

My thighs clench as orgasm warns of its imminent arrival. “Rich…I’m about to…about to…UNH!” I cry out, as he squeezes my balls hard, and I feel my cum rocket down the back of his throat. God, I have died and gone to Heaven, and Richard is its only angel.

He kisses me deeply, and I can taste myself on his lips. That’s a comforting feeling, somehow. His lips kiss the corner of my mouth, then move to my ear. “Ever been made love to, Olli?”

Whoa…this is getting deep…

“No, no…not with a…with a…”
He smiles, and asks, “Got any lube?”

I nod, and indicate to my suitcase. He finds it and returns to the bed.
My heart slams against my ribcage. I don’t know if I’m ready for THIS…
He lubes himself up and crawls atop me. “Rich, I, I…”
“…Will enjoy it, now just relax, Olli.”

He places my legs around his waist, and begins to slowly enter me. God, it hurts, and I beg him to stop, but something spurs me on. “Ok, try again, Rich.”

He proceeds to penetrate further, and it feels much more pleasant this time. After what feels like eternity, he has penetrated me fully, and begins to slide in and out with long, slow strokes.

He finds my prostate and works it fully. I am enraptured, and I moan loudly, as does he. God, he sounds so good when he’s fucking…

Soon, his thrusts become a little more primal, and his moans more guttural as his climax reaches its apex. I feel warmth spreading within me as he sprays jet after jet of cum into me. I love the sensation…

He falls beside of me, chest heaving. I kiss him deep, and hard, still so wound up from what we’ve just done, I feel like I could spring like a Jack-in-the-Box. He caresses my face, and looks into my eyes.

“Let’s go out, Olli.”
“As in...be a couple?”
He laughs deeply.
“Well, maybe, but I just meant go down to the club downstairs and get a couple of drinks.”
“Oh…” I reply with a blush.

We dress, and freshen up a bit. I trim my goatee, and he kisses and nips at my neck and shoulders.
I chuckle softly.

We walk down the hall to get on the elevator. Till opens his door to let out the twink hooker he’d most likely paid handsomely for. He sees Richard and I. Richard wraps his arms around my waist, and places soft kisses on my cheek. Till growls and retreats to his room.

Richard and I enter the club, order our drinks, and sit at the table.
We sip our drinks lazily.

Our feet play with one another like little children under the table, and he begins to tap his lighter. Tap-tap-tap-tap…I caress his hand and he smiles softly.

I look around at the people…at the life going on, no longer around me, but WITH me, as Richard speaks,

“So, where do we go from here?”
“Back to the hotel for a repeat of earlier events…” I reply.
“No, I mean where do WE go…”
I know what he means.
“Wherever you want to.”
He smiles at that.
“I want to go back to the hotel for a repeat of earlier events, and then…Sky’s the limit.”

We both chuckle, leave cash and our half-finished drinks behind as we return to my room.

Tonight, I sleep once more, curled up, but tonight I wear a smile.
And he wears me, wrapped up around him like a sweater.

Finally, I can stop observing life…
And start living it.
Starting tomorrow. *YAWN*
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