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My Hero	By : Cyndiana Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1450 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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TITLE: My Hero
AUTHOR: Cyndiana
RATING: NC-17 for brief discussion of violence and graphic depiction of M/M sexuality.
ARCHIVE: A Feather in the Blood (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/afeatherintheblood/)
PAIRING: Till/Paul (with mention of Paul/Schneider)
SYNOPSIS: Till rescues Paul from his disastrous relationship with Schneider.
DISCLAIMER: A work of fiction. Not intended as a statement of fact in any way. Not for profit. Reader discretion advised.

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Knock, knock, knock.. Till stood to respond to the incessant banging at his hotel room door. It didn’t quite annoy him, but he was very tired, and walking was the last thing he wanted to do, but that’s the way it goes. He pulled the door open and was faced with Paul. Paul with blood pouring from his lip in a bright, red waterfall down the front of his shirt.

“Mein Gott, Paul!”

Paul just stood there, shaking. Till pulled him into the room, running for a hand towel, holding it to his face. He led Paul to sit on his bed.

Once the towel had soaked up enough blood, Till pulled it away. Paul’s lower lip was cleanly split in two, both halves separate, and endlessly bleeding.

“What happened?”

Paul just looked away with that fractured, little child gaze Till had come to know like the back of his own hand.

“Schneider did this, didn’t he?”
“Hmm…” Paulie replied.

Paul and Schneider were, to say the least, an odd couple. Till could hear the height of their passions nightly, though he figured they didn’t know it. Only trouble was they were as passionate of lovers as they were FIGHTERS, and their arguments never ended well. Case in point, Paul’s condition this night.

“We’re going to need to get you to the hospital…You’re going to need stitches in that.”
Paul cupped his lip with both hands, eyes pricked with fear.
“Either that, Paul, or you can go the rest of your life with three lips.”

Paul shrugged and Till helped him to his feet, leading him to the hotel lobby to call a cab to take them both to the hospital.

It didn’t take long for them to be seen, and for the doctor to prepare stitching him up. Paul was terrified, and Till held his hand gently.

“It’ll be ok, this is the worst part..” Till comforted, an old pro at being sliced and stitched.

The doctor injected the local anesthesia, and tears flowed freely from Paul’s eyes. It was downhill from there. Paul kept trying to talk, even though the doctor repeatedly told him not to.

“Be still, please!” he hissed.
“Paulie, let him finish, then you can yammer on all you want, ok?”

Till paid the bill at the desk (scoffing at how exorbitant it was. Fucking American medical system!) and they went to return to the hotel.

He prepared Paul an ice pack to help ward off swelling. He sat beside him, eyes flickering with concern.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that, Till! I’m not a child.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…I’m just concerned. What started it tonight?”
Paul just muttered something under his breath.
“Paulie?”
“Him and his goddamned flirty ways.”
“Go on?”

“We went to a pub, and were enjoying one another’s company, when this young, flighty little faggot came up to us. He went on and on about how much he loved the band, yada, yada…Schneider invited him to sit with us, and it wasn’t long that they were making out like whores. Needless to say I was FURIOUS. I stormed out. I was trying to sleep, but they came in, stumbling into the bed, as if I weren’t even there. I didn’t know what to do. I just got up, and started SCREAMING. I can’t even remember what all I SAID, but I was just shouting so hard, I could feel the veins bursting in my face. Schneider dismissed his guest, and no sooner was he gone, that he punched me full force in the face. He said something about me embarrassing him in front of company. That’s when I came to you.”

Till didn’t realize it, but he was stroking Paul’s hair. Paul didn’t realize it, but he was nuzzling into Till’s big, callused hand. And he was sobbing, deeply. Till pulled his soft, sad face into his chest. “Mein Gott, Paulie…” was all Till could manage to say. They sat, silently this way for what seemed like hours, Till rocking Paul gently, and Paul sobbing, letting out all the sadness he was holding in so well not but a few moments ago.

“You deserve better, Paulie.” Till finally said.
“Do I?” Till cupped his puffy, red, tear-stained face in his hands.
“Of course you do! You MUST believe that?”
“I don’t know…what I BELIEVE anymore, Till.”

That fractured, little child gaze returned. Till was moved to do the only thing that felt…RIGHT. He kissed him, gently so as to not hurt him.

Paul returned the kiss with gentle pecks, and pulled away in shock. They just stared at one another, neither man knowing just where these affections were going to go…and neither man really caring where they ended up.

Till pulled Paul to him, kissing the corner of his mouth, forcefully. Paul moaned softly, and slid his hands up Till’s shirt. Till ripped the shirt away, and Paul felt a jerk of emotion rip through his gut. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, but more of a pang of anticipation. He’d heard tales of Till’s rendezvous with women, and had, at times, let it flash through his mind what Till would be like with a man. Now he was about to find out.

Till knew he couldn’t kiss Paul’s lips as forcefully as he’d like, so he used his lips to abuse other, more delicious parts of Paul. He sucked at his neck, biting the raised flesh gently. Paul gasped and mewled, loving every moment. Till pulled his shirt away, and laid him on the bed. He sucked and nibbled each of Paul’s nipples, flicking the tip of his tongue at them. Paul’s back arched, and he shivered with glee.

Till nipped and kissed his abdomen, working his way down to his pants. Till rubbed Paul’s aching erection through his pants as he kissed his abdomen and sides. Paul let out a sharp grunt, thrusting against Till’s hand to get the full benefit of the friction, brow knitted in rapture. Till soon undressed him completely, and brushed his lips along each of Paul’s inner thighs, teasing him madly.

Till bit his lip from his own excitement, and began to blow in short, sharp bursts over the head of Paul’s pulsating cock. Paul beat at the mattress to vent his excitement and frustration. When Till was satisfied Paul was securely at the edge of madness, he took Paul deeply into his mouth. Paul screamed out at the maddening ecstasy as the head of his cock brushed past the velvet lining of Till’s inner cheek. The moistness and warmth was intoxicating.

Till sucked him rapidly, bobbing his head at a furious rate from root to tip, root to tip, stopping to suck at the head a bit, making soft sucking noises which pricked Paul’s senses. As much as he wanted to savor the sensation, Paul couldn’t hold back any longer, and came with explosive force, shuddering and shrieking Till’s name, “Oh, oh, oh GOTTT….TIIIIILLLL!” Till swallowed every drop he offered, and squeezed his balls gently, hoping for more.

Till kissed up his body, and kissed at his neck gently. His stubble rubbed against Paul’s cheek, and Paul giggled cutely. Till looked at him and smiled, obviously pleased to hear him laugh.

“Oh, Till…you are...much too good at that.”
“I do what I can.” Till said, caressing Paul’s face.

Paul was determined to make Till feel as good as he made him feel, if that were possible. Paul whispered breathily in Till’s ear.

“Do you have any lube?” Till nodded and told him where it was. Paul retrieved it and stripped Till of the remainder of his clothes.

He soaked in Till’s form. Age had softened his figure a bit, but it was still, nevertheless, breathtaking. Till was perfectly tanned and strong. Always sooo strong…Paul couldn’t help but envision him as one of those strapping men from the cover of a paperback romance novel, the kind they sold downstairs. Then he saw himself as the damsel in his arms. He chuckled to himself.

“You find my body funny?”
“No, no…You don’t want to know what I’m thinking about.”
Till cocked his eyebrow and grinned. “Probably not.”

Paul put some of the lube on his hand and began to jack Till a bit, until Till was hard enough to cut glass. Till groaned, and caressed Paul’s hair lovingly. Paul hovered over Till’s lap, with his back to him. He put just the head of Till’s cock inside of him, feeling his heartbeat rushing inside. Just that sensation alone was enough to send Paul over, but he knew he must go on.

When Till was inside of him completely, he began to move up and down slowly, opening up to him completely. Till put one hand on his abdomen, and the other on his chest, Paul’s fingers locked with his own, as they gripped one another tightly. Paul continued to increase in speed and ferocity. The sweat between them was slick and hot allowing Paul to slide easily against Till’s heaving chest. Soon, he was slamming down onto Till’s lap, and Till moaned out sharply. Till buried his face into the crook of Paul’s neck, moaning into it. Paul cried out at the delicious sensation.

Soon, he felt Till’s cock jerk sharply, heard Till call out, and hot jets of cum filled him deeply. That was all Paul needed to bring on his own climax, his semen spraying all over the carpet. They collapsed back onto the bed, and Paul turned to face Till, kissing his face gently. They lay beside one another, holding each other.

Paul giggled in that little boy way that Till was always so fond of.

“What?”
“Schneider is asleep right now, frustrated and denied, and in the end, I was the one who got laid.”
Till chuckled, “Oh, is that ALL this was?”
Paul’s look of humor softened into one of seriousness.
“I don’t know, Till, was it?”
Till held Paul by the chin.
“I don’t want you going back into the room with him. He’s never going to use you again.”
“Oh, one night of passion, and you OWN me?” Paul grinned.
Till brushed his lips across his cheek.
“Yes…Yes I do.”
“Good, so I can expect Schneider to get a right good thrashing in the morning?”
Till smiled at the thought, and his eyes met Paul’s again.
“Oh, he’ll get what he deserves, don’t you worry your pretty little head about it.”
Paul chuckled. “Oh, my knight in shining armor…”
“Hmmm?” Till questioned, but Paul was already fast asleep.

They ventured on to their next location, and prepared to check into their hotel. The six of them gathered around the desk, getting their room assignments. Flake, Olli, and Richard getting their own rooms (as usual) and Schneider stepped up to get his room key.

“A room for two, is that right Herr Schneider?”
“Ja.”
The concierge handed him his key.
“Till Lindemann…Ah, here you are Herr Lindemann…Room for two as well?”
Till nodded, and Paul locked his arm with his. Schneider stood, looking indignant.
“Expecting company, Christoph?” Till growled under his breath, in warning. Schneider just scoffed, and grabbed his luggage, heading for his room.

Till and Paul hauled their luggage, and headed for theirs.

“Did you see the look on his face?” Paul giggled.
“Classic.” Till replied.

They shared a deep, loving kiss as Schneider popped out of his room.
“Oh, Jesus Christ, get a fucking room!”
“Got one!” Paul replied as he and Till all but stumbled into it, fumbling with one another’s clothes. As Paul fell back on the bed, pulling Till over him, he sighed.

“My hero…”
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