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Reptile Sushi	By : aerie01 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1652 -:- 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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A/N -- This is based on a true TV interview that Till and Schneider gave in Sweden in 2001. I'm sure that R+ fans will recognize it. For those readers who don't, just know that the interviewer was not the brightest and Till gave a lot of weird and funny answers, one of which is the title of this piece.

ETA: Watch the video here: http://youtube.com/watch?v=tYm_lsGex1k

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Christoph was so seethingly angry, he couldn't even look at Till as the two climbed into the limo for the trip back to their Stockholm hotel. He closed the car door behind himself and crossed his arms, his expression high pique.

"Chriiissy," Till cajoled, getting into the other man's face, his laughter barely in check. "C'mon – you knew I was joking."

No answer. Christoph couldn't speak for fear of flames shooting out of his mouth. I don't care how big he is – when I get done with him, there won't be enough to scrape up with a spoon.

Undeterred, Till tried again. "Chriiiiisy..."

That did it. "Stop.calling.me.fucking Chriiisy!" he spat through clenched teeth, his face twisted into a sarcastic sneer, and he turned to Till for the first time. "You know I fucking hate that...."
"What did I do that was so terrible?" Till really was at a loss. "– the guy was a moron with no sense of humor."
"Jesus fucking Christ...you really don't get it, do you, Till? What was all that shit about dildoes? And reptile sushi?! Where the fuck did you get that?! You made us look like a bunch of fucking idiots, and you embarrassed me horribly."

Till was silent for a moment, temporarily chastened. Then, "You called me a faggot," he said softly, lower lip beginning to thrust out in child-like distress.
"Well, you are, aren't you?"
"Well, yeah, but...?"
"And as I recall, you recovered nicely – after the swishy hand gesture, of course – by playing it all macho. Don't worry, stud, your reputation is no doubt intact."

Ouch. That stung. Till glanced moodily out the window and said nothing else.

Fortunately, the hotel was only a little bit further. The car had barely stopped before Till pushed his way out the door and headed for the lobby, leaving Christoph behind to sit there in the limo shaking his head. Big baby. And now he's gonna sulk for the next two hours. Great.

Sure enough, Christoph entered their suite to find Till sitting on the bed looking pale and dejected, his face turned to the wall.
"I'm sorry, Till, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
"Well, you did..."

Taking off his jacket, Christoph climbed onto the bed and knee-walked his way over to Till, draping his arms around the big man's shoulders from behind. "I'm sorry," he whispered, dropping little kisses on Till's nape, "but you made me so angry."

How could Till help being Till? Christoph realized then. That guy was a moron, no question, and Till did not suffer fools gladly. Way better men than he had been chewed up and spat out over the course of their career. And couple it to the fact that they'd already done ten other interviews that day – and they were both tired and too worn out to have to try to communicate effectively in English – and the picture became clear. Till was simply being the guy Christoph loved. No more. No less. Suddenly the drummer started to giggle.

"Reptile sushi...that was pretty funny, I have to admit," he breathed into Till's ear, kissing the shell. "That idiot fell for it hook, line and sinker."

Till turned his head to look at his partner, his eyes glowing soberly. "I'm sorry too – I shouldn't have been such a sarcastic ass. I didn't mean to embarrass you."
"I overreacted, just like I always do. Can you forgive me?"

To show he did, Till cupped Christoph's face in his palm and smiled at him. Such a beautiful face. Such a beautiful man. "I love you."
"Me too, you asshole," Chris laughed affectionately, kissing Till. "Now how' bout we go get some dinner and forget all about this?"

"I've been bad – you're gonna have to punish me..."

They had returned from a lovely seafood meal in the hotel's dining room, and now, Till was standing at their suitcase opened on a luggage rack, twirling a pair of handcuffs around a large index finger. His smile was pure sin. And Christoph grinned back like the eager dom he was. Oh yes. This was their most beloved game, this is what had brought them together, in fact, all those years ago when they'd learned this about each other. After an innocent remark by Till in an interview: "'Dominatrix?' 'I know one.'", Christoph had simply drooled to find out more. And find out he had. It was true. Till liked being submissive. Once he'd discovered this about himself, he had tried the fetish scene in Berlin, but found the anonymity of the whole thing wanting. Yet, with a partner who cherished and loved him, and who he really trusted not to go too far, it was his absolute favorite kink. Christoph couldn't deny that the idea had a certain appeal. To have this....panther...in his thrall was very exciting. And thus, Christoph the Dom was born. They'd spent many happy hours playing together since.

"Yes, you're right. You have been very bad today. Come here and undress me," Christoph commanded, his voice holding just the right touch of authority.

Immediately, Till crouched down at the drummer's feet, kissing and nuzzling his way up each leg until his mouth made contact with the tempting bulge hidden just behind the zipper. Christoph trembled to feel Till's lips as he absolutely worshipped him through his pants, big, sure hands cupping his backside to hold him steady. God, he was hard as a brick already, and if that huge tent in Till's pants was any indication, this was gonna be fun for them both.

Christoph's neck arched at the teasing sensation, the warmth of the tongue that promised so much more. He stroked across Till's broad shoulders and then scratched with his nails a bit, making the singer hiss. Vivid bluegreen eyes looked up at him smolderingly, communicating "more...yes...". But instead, Christoph cupped his face, feasting his own eyes on his beautiful man kneeling at his feet. Others would pronounce him "hulking", no doubt, but to him, Till was exquisite. Masculinity personified, and housed in the most perfect of packages. That he was so gentle despite the obvious power and strength of this body made him all the more desirable.

Till turned his head away slightly from the intense scrutiny, focusing his eyes on the floor, and this was more than Christoph could bear. He knew all too well what Till was thinking, his expression completely betraying the usual feelings of self-loathing that had surfaced. And then he decided. Yes. I will punish you, but not the in way you'd hoped I would.

"Look at me," Christoph said. "I've changed my mind..."

Leaving him there momentarily, the drummer walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, toeing off his shoes and crossing his long, graceful legs, making himself comfortable. His voice literally purred, "I want you to strip for me...let me see every inch of you...slowly..."

Till had no choice but to submit, and Christoph couldn't miss the blush that formed on his cheeks and throat. He was used to playing the role of sexy beast onstage, where he could make them scream with the merest of glances and the thrust of his hips. Alone, though, offstage where no one else was watching, was a whole other story, for despite appearances, he was not especially vain, did not flaunt what others surely coveted, even dressed to minimize and hide. That he would eagerly go nude in the sun was the odd dichotomy, but that was upbringing, and lack of modesty.

And in bed, he was more interested in celebrating Chris' form than displaying his own. When they had "vanilla sex", he would usually cast off his clothes before the other man even had a chance to ask him not to, and would begin to do such delightful things that the thought was instantly lost in bliss. Now, though, since Christoph was in command, the tables would turn. Oh yes, just watch them turn.

"I said 'slowly'," Chris corrected him as Till opened a second shirt button too rapidly after the first for the drummer's liking. "...That's better...very good...and when you finish the buttons, I want you to stop."

"Yes, Master."

"I didn't say you could speak."

The eyes flickered down contritely.

"And I didn't say you could look away from me either....Continue."

The line of sight remained unbroken, for that was how Christoph wanted it. He held his face impassive all the while, even though he desperately wanted to revel in the alluring flesh he could see just peeking through the opened sides of the shirt: the well-developed pecs and nipples and the little curls of soft hair. How his fingers itched to play there, to stroke and caress and love. Oh god, I want to touch him. But not yet.

He stood up and walked around his sub until he was behind where Till couldn't see. "Now cuffs."

With two quick flicks Till had those open too, and then Christoph commanded, "Shrug it off, slowly."

The roll of his shoulders was simply gorgeous and the shirt obeyed effortlessly, landing on the floor like a discarded shed from a very big snake, and giving Christoph a view of the smooth back, all caramel skin and bunching muscle. He licked his lips and strode to the front, where the real prize awaited.

Christoph's gaze slid down Till hungrily, from those broad, round shoulders, down that chest, that wondrous chest, down the treasure trail to his navel and the spray of hair surrounding it, and then to the arms that never failed to give him shivers. And all the while, Till had to stand completely still and let his lover look to his heart's content, his eyes ahead, an unmoving statue. Incredible.

"Very good," was all Christoph said, betraying nothing.

Lifting his hands, Christoph held them palms up to Till's body, feeling the heat coming off his skin. That he wasn't a drooling fool was testimony to his abilities as a dom, for he schooled his features to be smooth and unemotional. Yes, even though he had free rein to touch and love this any time he pleased, he could still be struck dumb by the sight, his heart now hammering in his chest as though he were permitted this view for the very first time. What a lucky guy I am, he decided...for about the five-millionth time.

Christoph walked back to the bed, throwing, "Shoes and socks now," nonchalantly over a shoulder as he went. This was beginning to get highly interesting.

Till dispatched them efficiently, understanding that these parts were less sexy than those still to be bared, and then he stood up again. His chest was heaving. He too was becoming very excited.

"OK...trousers. And slowly," Christoph reminded him, shifting down so that he was leaning back on his elbows, his posture increasingly seductive. But suddenly, the sub attempted to take control. He ran his hands in long circles down his thighs, his face drawn into a lascivious grin as he touched himself. This was too much to bear.

"No. No!" Christoph barked sharply. "I didn't say you could do that." No one will be touching you except me, he thought to himself. And besides, if you keep that up, I might just explode into a shower of gaily colored little bits.

Stopping at once, Till gazed across the room at his lover, daring him, testing. Obviously this was not moving fast enough for the singer's liking.

"Perhaps I need to remind you who's in charge here," Christoph murmured, his voice hiding steel. And getting up again, he strode back towards Till and glared imperiously into his eyes. "Maybe you do need a little punishment..."

This was exactly what Till had been hoping for, and had purposely tipped Christoph over in that direction. Even after all the years they'd been together, doing this, and despite the power shift, this still was very much a two-way street, and the sub was more in control than the dom would ever realize, or admit to. Plus, sometimes Chris needed a bit of a nudge to get on with things.

Before Till could contemplate what he might do, Christoph reached around from the back and unzipped Till's pants, slipping them and his briefs from his hips to puddle around his ankles, and then he spanked the singer hard. Once. Twice. A third time, his hand slapped on flesh, releasing a resounding smack in the quiet room. Till, to his credit, didn't flinch, although Christoph could see that his right buttock had pinkened from the impact, and he was breathing hard. But even better, a quick glance at Till's crotch showed very nice results – swollen huge and thick with desire, his cock throbbed with every hectic beat of his heart, its tip shiny with anticipation.

"Thank you, Master," Till purred, biting his lip. Even the whoosh of air on his now revealed erection was almost too much.

Oh god, Christoph was hard too. Hard and beginning to leak. "I told you you could not speak." Another two spanks, this time on the other cheek, leaving Till trembling. Not from pain but arousal.

"All right. That's enough."

Christoph walked towards the bed and motioned down at it. "Bring the cuffs and the blindfold and come here and sit up with your back against the pillows." Till stepped out of his pants and responded, making Christoph's mouth water to watch the slinking cat move, all the muscles in perfect coordination, big erection bobbing. What a glorious sight. Till tried not to wince when his butt hit the bed, but the little bastard with his beautifully conditioned drummer's arms had gotten him good, he had to admit, and it stung a bit. But he pushed that out of his mind, meeting Christoph's eyes and beaming his love and trust to him. What a great night this was shaping up to be.

"Give me the cuffs. Now, arms behind you."

Quickly, Christoph threaded the chain through an opening in the headboard, securing the cuffs around Till's wrists and locking them, being careful not to put Till in a position that was too uncomfortable. Sweat began to run in little rivulets down the singer's face and neck, clotting his eyelashes – jesus, Christoph didn't think he'd ever seen Till this excited before – and he'd barely even touched him. "Legs out," he instructed further, looking at the luscious, muscular thighs and their coating of hair that grew into a thick thatch of fur over his pubis. That impressive erection was straining out of its nest, shaded purple and weeping with need. OK. And now the real fun begins.

"You were right when you said you were a bad boy today, Till," Chris husked out, standing beside the restrained form, stroking his hands down his own body seductively. He could see his partner swallow, tongue flicking out to lick dry lips. "So bad that I'm not gonna let you have what you want – at least, not for a while."

Till watched with fire in his eyes as Chris pulled off his shirt and let it drop to the floor. Surprise! A lacy, black satin demi bra was underneath. With a teasing finger, Christoph traced the modest swell of his chest along the cups and into the cleavage, delighting in Till's gasp. God, he was maddening the singer. How fortunate for them both that Till loved Christoph's lingerie kink as much as Christoph did. Finally, lips drawn into an impish bow, Chris reached behind himself and unhooked the garment, dropping this too to the floor. Till's indrawn breath rasped noisily, he licked his mouth again reflexively and his cock twitched. "Aren't they pretty?" Christoph whispered, touching himself and letting a finger curl impudently around a peaked brown nipple. "You want them, don't you?"

He watched Till struggle against his bonds, going out of his mind with desire. He had to get to Chris, he needed to sink his teeth into that gorgeous flesh, submerge himself in his scent, never coming up for air. But no, he was going nowhere. The cuffs prevented him from moving very far.

"Uh uh uh," Chris admonished with a wagging finger. "No." Then he slipped that same finger into his mouth and sucked on it, drawing it in and out as blatantly fellatiary as possible, his eyes and expression coy. Poor Till. He looks like he's gonna pass out from frustration. Till let out an involuntary whimper as Christoph dragged that finger around a nipple, leaving behind a little wet trail. "Mmm, feels good...." The drummer kept that up for a few moments, massaging and caressing himself. "What should I do now? Should I take off my pants? Speak."

A hissed "yes" passed Till's lips, making a spike of lust shoot through Chris at the rough, deep sound of his voice. He could make him come just with his voice alone, he thought. There were many nights onstage that he had to fight charging down from the kit and ambushing the singer mid-song. Now *that* would be a showstopper! Never mind "Büch Dich."

"Yes what?"
"Yes, Master."
"That's better – all right..."

Presenting Till with his back, Christoph unzipped his trousers and wiggled around for maximum show as they slid off his slender hips to reveal matching satin panties, garters, and fishnets. And my, wasn't the shiny material of the panties straining to contain all they were never intended to hold? Slowly now, he slid off the damp lingerie to give Till tantalizing glimpses of his ass and the magnificently erect cock the singer was dying to get to. The scent of arousal rose thickly, and Till whuffed in a greedy breath, tasting the air like the predator he was. His need was swiftly mounting; Christoph could smell Till's own musk coming off him in waves, not to mention the sight of his cock curled against his thigh, impatiently drooling. Clenching his teeth, the cords in Till's neck stood out in sharp relief.

But this garment Christoph did not let drop to the floor yet. With a graceful step out of it, he twirled the lacy panties around his finger and wafted it around under Till's nose, just temptingly out of reach, before letting it fly. Till's head went back and his eyes rolled.

"Aww...do you want a taste, bad boy?"

A questing finger sought the pearl of precome seeping from the tip of his cock and withdrew laden with his essence. Hopping up onto the bed, Christoph knelt and painted Till's beautiful mouth, the tongue rapaciously flicking out to get every drop. The drummer's taste flooded Till's brain like a drug. His whole body was shaking now. Christoph let him lick his finger too, trembling to feel the wet caress on his skin as Till suckled it all the way in, tongue tickling at the web of skin in between fingers, giving Chris chills.

"Now...I bet you're wondering when I was gonna get to the blindfold, aren't you?"

Actually, he hadn't been wondering anything, exactly, just reveling in the heat of skin when Christoph leaned over into him, the caress of a soft nipple against his arm. But now his gaze was drawn to the black scarf lying next to him on the bed. Christoph picked it up and came close again. And delivering a little kiss to each eyelid – such a shame to hide those pretty eyes – he slipped the scarf around Till's head and knotted it. Deprived of sight now, he'd never know where Chris would strike next; Till couldn't help but release a broken moan of anticipation.

"Hmm...just for that, maybe I should walk out and leave you this way," the drummer cooed, tracing Till's full lower lip with his index finger. "Or maybe, I'll just do this..."

Reaching down, he took one of Till's nipples between his teeth and gave it a quick bite, pressure just enough to let him know he wasn't kidding. Till's whole body arched into a bow as the slight pain zinged along his synapses, followed by the caress of tongue licking soothingly around the soft flesh, almost in apology. Christ, this was torture. To be so revved up and not be allowed to touch or see was almost cruel. Yet if the preamble was this good, the rest was sure to fry his brain, he knew. It was nearly impossible to keep the grin off his face.

Christoph gazed down at him then, spread out like a banquet for one, and couldn't hold in the shudder. How utterly stunning Till was, his golden skin and well-developed muscles, the obvious strength and all for him. Where to start? What to do?

Ah. First a kiss.

Till startled a bit at the full body contact, of Christoph's fingers stroking his neck as he leaned in and kissed him, his tongue worming determinedly between Till's lips to play with its slick mate. Till's moan was muffled by their joined mouths. He tasted Chris' hunger, and sucked the sweetness from his lips, their passion firing hugely. Christoph went at him as if attacking a delicious meal, letting kisses stray down to his ear, nipping the earlobe, down his throat and across collarbones to the other side, repeating until he found himself back at his lips for more kisses there. Till started to feel drunk. He blinked uselessly behind his blindfold, becoming delirious with lust.

Fingers and kisses went down one arm, and Till panted to feel Christoph suckling at a spot near his waist. His poor neglected cock felt that, and how. Next, the drummer kissed around his navel, flicking his tongue lightly into the little cup, making Till's hips come off the bed. Too bad he couldn't see Chris' Cheshire grin.

"Mmm...Like that?"

Chris didn't tell Till to answer and he doubted he could anyway. Oh, just a little lower, Till begged inside his head, desperate to get some friction. His erection was beginning to ache and the touch of Chris' dark curls against it when he kissed down to the singer's knee made him hiss and squirm in frustration. God, I'm gonna come off in two seconds when he finally does...whatever the fuck he's gonna....

Ohhhhh

He was licking the tip. Finally. But Till was a good and experienced sub and knew from previous reprisals that he would not be allowed to speak, and he bit his lip to keep in the moans of intense pleasure. His breath released in little stuttering sobs that Christoph could not only hear but feel. He lapped greedily, watching that beautiful body writhe. The muscles in Till's thighs were clenching and unclenching. He was obviously fighting with himself not to explode and Chris knew he wanted to. They had both been so hard for so long; he was having a hard time heeling his own arousal.

OK. I've teased him enough, he decided, blowing hot air over the straining organ. And then without further ado, Christoph shifted himself so that he was poised with one leg on either side of Till's lap and holding the singer steady, sat down, engulfing him. The sudden, unanticipated sensation of those tightvelvet walls parting to receive him drove an involuntary groan out of Till's chest. His hips thrust up, driving the stroke, making Christoph see stars. He had filled himself with lube earlier, and surely they'd done this many times before, but taking Till was always a challenge even under normal circumstances, and doing it like this all in one go hurt. A lot.

"Till, stop," Christoph gasped, trying to control him as he waited for the pain to ebb. "Stay still.

Till's back had arched so deeply that his head now thrashed back and forth along the top of the headboard to feel that incredible pressure, his toes scrabbling for purchase against the sheet; without his hands, he needed anything, anywhere to hold onto as Christoph massaged him inside. The top of his head was going to rip off. He was sure of it.

But he also knew that his lover needed time to get used to his size, and he would do nothing to hurt him. It was bad enough that he could hear the pain in his voice, and he longed to soothe, to gentle him as he found his pleasure. In this position, though, that was impossible. All he could do was to hold as still as he could and wait.

Finally, Christoph moved, and technicolor bursts zoomed past Till's closed eyelids. "That's good," the drummer moaned, "let me ride you...that's it...nggh...fuck, you're...yeah, that's good..."

Up and down he went on the rigid length, bracing himself against Till's shoulder with one hand as he put the other hand to good use on his own neglected cock. This was heaven, there were no words to describe how fantastic this was, to be so close to the man he loved, and to know that he gave as much pleasure as he got. He leaned down and nuzzled Till's throat, making him shudder as the heat and the sweat and the sensation became all too much. The spiral was collapsing in on itself.

And when Christoph's orgasm ripped through him, he took Till along. The singer had been holding on by the barest tips of his fingers, his body flushed all-over red, knowing that as a sub, he wasn't allowed to come first. But now he had his permission. And he came so hard that it whited out behind the blindfold and he didn't even realize it, but he'd released a shrieking wail as he came in spurt after ecstatic spurt. Any other dom would have punished him for the outburst, but Christoph was not such a creature, and as soon as he could, he safeworded, "Butterfly," bringing the scene to an end. He snatched the blindfold from Till's head and quickly reached to release his arms, rubbing blood back into his wrists and raining kisses on his lips.

Till had slumped down so that his shoulders were almost touching the bed. He blinked, unsure for a moment where he was, and found he was wearing his lover.

"Baby, are you alright?" Christoph asked, breathing hard and drawing back to see Till smile at him exhaustedly.
"Uh huh. You?"
"Sure – fine. Don't move – I'll be right back."

Till would've giggled if he could have. Move? Yeah, right. I'm lucky I can breathe, he thought, enjoying the afterglow of his tremendous orgasm.

Christoph got up and fetched a towel from their bathroom, returning with it to lovingly wipe down Till's hot, sweaty body and rid himself of the mess on his chest and belly. And then he helped the singer into a more comfortable position.

With the last of his strength, Till flipped over, scooping Chris into his arms so that he was on his back, looking up into Till's eyes. "You're wonderful," Till whispered, kissing him deeply and loving the caress of their chests rubbing together; the drummer was still wearing his stockings, and Till enjoyed the cobwebby feel of the lingerie as Christoph reflexively entwined his legs with Till's.

"It was perfect. So – how bad do you think you can be tomorrow?" Christoph said with a mischievous smirk, stroking the singer's black hair.
Till laughed, feeling warm and in love. "Let me live through tonight and we'll see!"

And as sleep began to overtake the pair, the last thing Till heard before dropping off was a soft voice saying with obvious mirth, "...reptile sushi...Jesus, Till, how do you come up with this shit?"
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