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Revenge	By : Cyndiana Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1484 -:- 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: Revenge
AUTHOR: Cyndiana
ARCHIVE: A Feather in the Blood (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/afeatherintheblood/)
RATING: NC-17 for EXTREMELY graphic depiction of M/M/M sexuality and language. (Yes, the extra “M” was intentional…)
PAIRING: (Well, it’s more like a “TRIPLING”) Paul/Richard/Schneider
SYNOPSIS: Schneider catches Paul straying with Richard, and is determined to make him pay...in the most delectable way he can imagine!
DISCLAIMER: Please do not read if you can’t handle really graphic sex, or don’t like PWP fic…Although there is a TINY bit of plot here. :P A work of fiction. Not intended as a statement of fact, in any way. Not for profit.

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Schneider couldn’t BELIEVE what he was seeing…
Well, it wasn’t so much he didn’t believe it, as…
He didn’t WANT to…

Nearly a decade he’d invested his heart and soul into his love for Paul, and this was how he repaid him…
By fucking Richard…

Schneider watched through the cracked dressing room door as Richard had Paul bent over the dressing table, fucking him mercilessly. Richard’s hand clasped over Paul’s mouth to muffle Paul’s all too audible cries of sheer rapture.

Schneider’s heart tore a little more with every wet slap of their sweat glistened bodies together. His sorrow grew into anger, and anger into a lust…

…for revenge…

He heard Richard call out his climax, as Paul sprayed the table, the mirror, the floor…

Paul was going to pay…and pay big…

The band returned their hotel to get some rest before disembarking the next morning for their next tour destination.

But Schneider knew two band members who would get no rest tonight…they could count on it.

Schneider retrieved something from his suitcase, and listened for Richard to arrive at the hotel after going out for the evening.

He heard Richard slip into his suite, and close the door. Schneider crept over and knocked gently at the door.

“Paul, is that you? It’s so late…go to bed…”

TAP TAP TAP

“Ok, ok, my God…you’re insatiable…”

Richard opened his door to find no one there.

He stood there a moment, looking from left to right, shook his head, and went back into his room, closing the door softly behind him.

He felt a point of sharp, cold steel pressed into the back of his neck. Richard gasped with fear.

“You know, 1 little millimeter up or down can make the difference between paralysis or death…1 millimeter higher than that…blindness…”
“Learned that in the Army, did you?”
“Ja, I learned something else, too…”
“Oh do tell me…” Richard quipped.
“Knives are only good for two things…”
“Oh, and I’d bet you’re going to tell me what those things are?”

Schneider shoved Richard to the floor, and he landed, smacking his chin on the carpet, biting his tongue. His mouth filled with blood.

“They’re only good for peeling potatoes…and killing traitors…”

Schneider threw the knife, and it stuck in the floor by Richard’s thigh. Richard was quite visibly shaken.

“I haven’t done anything to you…” Richard muttered, a bit less haughty.
“No…it’s what you did to Paul…I saw you…”

Schneider grabbed Richard by the hair, lifting him to his feet.

“What are you going to do, KILL me?”

Schneider saw a trickle of blood by the corner of Richard’s mouth, and he captured it with the tip of his tongue, causing Richard to jump as if he’d been shot.

“Oh, that is a tempting proposition but, no, no…I need you…you’re going to help me get revenge on Paul…If he wants to fuck both of us, he’ll fuck both of us…”

Richard didn’t quite understand, until Schneider laid out his plan, and demanded it be followed to the letter.

Richard’s gut quaked with anticipation of the events to come…

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Paul was resting peacefully in his bed, most likely having sweet dreams of his recent conquests. He heard a soft rapping at his door.

“Come in…it’s open…”

He didn’t care who it was…at this point, it could be a serial killer for all he cared, as long as he didn’t have to leave the comfort of his bed.

Richard slipped in to his room. Paul saw him out of the corner of his eye, and smiled lewdly.

“Come back for seconds, hmm?”
“Ja…I want more, Paulie…”

Paul rolled on to his back, and signaled Richard to come nearer. Richard gladly obliged.

Richard climbed atop him, and kissed him filthily. Richard smiled wickedly as he noticed Paul was completely nude.

“You sleep in the nude? Dirne…”
“One has to be ready for anything…”
Richard flashed a knowing grin…
“Ja, one DOES…”

Paul wrestled Richard free of his clothes, and took no time at all to begin sucking him eagerly. Richard fell back onto the bed, sobbing from delight…

“Paul…Paul…no, stop…I can’t wait any longer…I’ve got to fuck you…”
“That good was it?”
“Ja…and I have a feeling it’s about to get better…”

Paul grinned playfully, giving Richard’s throbbing erection a couple of teasing pumps with his fist before rising to retrieve a bottle of lube. He slathered Richard’s cock with it, and climbed atop him…

“No, no…I want to try something…I heard it feels really good…”
“I’m up for anything…”
“Lay atop me, on your back, and let me fuck you that way.”

Paul smiled, never having tried that before, and looking forward to finding out if it really felt as good as Richard had heard.

He obliged, and soon, Richard was buried deep inside of him.

Paul called out as Richard thrust upward a few times, reaching previously untouched spots of pleasure inside of him…

“Oh mein Gott, Richard…that feels amazing…”
Richard clamped a hand firmly over Paul’s eyes.
“What are you doing?”
“Sensory deprivation…if you can’t SEE it will make your sense of touch that much more intense…”

Paul was happy to oblige, until he heard his door open and shut.

“Richard what was that?”

Richard clamped his hand tighter over Paul’s eyes, and Paul tried to claw it away.

“Richard, what’s going on?!” Paul shrieked, obviously frightened.
“Paulie…you look lovely laying there, with Richard inside of you…”
“Schneider!” Paul gasped in surprise.
“Yes, your lover, remember?”
“Schneider…”
“I know, I know… it’s not what I think, right?”
Paul just whimpered.
“Well, you wanted to fuck both Richard and I, and my love…

..you shall…”

All at once he felt Schneider slam into him, his cock sliding atop Richard’s. Paul was stretched to the point of near agony.

“Stop it! Oh God, it hurts! Schneider stop!”

Schneider thrust into him, as Richard brought his hips upward, their cocks sliding against one another inside of Paul.

Pain gave way to a mind-blowing degree of pleasure unlike Paul had ever experienced before. Richard kissed and sucked at his shoulder as Schneider kissed him filthily.

His two lovers tore their lips away, and kissed one another, the wet sounds of lusting lips sucking each other drifting into his ear.

Their thrusts were relentless, and Paul was overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment…

“You enjoying yourself Paul? You like fucking us both?”
“Ja…please Gott, don’t stop…”

Schneider laughed deeply, and forced himself as deeply as he could go…

Paul cried out into the hollow room.

He felt Richard and Schneider’s separate heartbeats inside of him, and nearly went mad from all the new sensations invading his delicate nerves…

His lovers’ cries grew louder and louder, rising in well practiced unison. The steady beat of Schneider’s deep, ramming thrusts in perfect time with Richard’s delicate, easing penetrations.

Paul couldn’t take any more, and he cried out as he came harder than he ever had before, spraying his abdomen and chest…

“OH MEIN GOTT!!!! JAAAAAAAAaaaaaa…….ohhhhh…..”

Schneider captured some of the cum on his fingers and sucked them lewdly. He captured more, placing his fingers in Richard’s mouth. Richard licked his fingers clean. Schneider painted Paul’s lips with the remainder, and Richard turned Paul’s head to the side, so he could kiss him, and Schneider joined in a three-way kiss.

It wasn’t long that Schneider and Richard called out in unison, filling Paul deeply, and to mind-blowing capacity.

They fell into a tangled mass of sweat and limbs and lust, gripping and kissing one another feverishly.

“Now then Paul…if you ever, EVER fuck Richard again, without me present…you’ll pay…understood?”
“Ja…never again…”
“Good….”

They all shared one more kiss before drifting off together into a sated slumber.

Revenge exacted.

DIE ENDE
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