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Regen (Rain)	By : maybebaby Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 2556 -:- 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: Regen (Rain) 1/28
Author: akasha6
Beta and co-writer: MrNaked
Translation: lisa_thecat
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Till/Richard, Richard/Christoph, Christoph/Paul, Till/Gert
Disclaimer: None of this is true, it's all work of fiction.
Warning: This story contains imagery and ideas that some might find gory, immoral and possibly offending. (violence, BDSM, non-consensual sex, incest)

The author would like to thank MrNaked for the wonderful job he did as a beta and co-writer, and to lisa_thecat for the translation.

Chapter 1

“Shitty weather!” Richard cursed under his breath and tried to take cover from the heavy rain.

A pretty futile attempt, since at this point he was already wet to the bone. He squinted to look beyond the heavy curtain of rain. The street was completely empty, no one left. Richard headed to the train station.

He was desperate for money. His drug addiction has increased a lot in the latest weeks, and it has been days since his last hit, so he could already feel the traces of cold sweat over his spine.

Richard searched through his pockets with nervous movements for a cigarette; his fingers were shaking, and, after few failed attempts, he gave up on trying to make the lighter work so he could light the half soaked by rainwater cig. With an abrupt gesture he pushed away off his face the wet strands of his black hair.

Cars were passing by him very fast, the street lights reflecting in the shops’ windows started to become more and more intense, blinding him - in Richard’s head everything started to slowly turn upside down, as the earth seemed to move underneath his feet.

“Shit, don’t fall now!”

But it was already too late. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he felt like he was sinking. Through his blurred vision he barely spotted the car that pulled over in front of him. A tall, dark haired guy got out of the huge black motorized monster, coming toward him through the rain.

Richard managed to make out only that “Hey, is everything OK?” before the world turned all black in front of his eyes.

*

Darkness. Warmth. Soft music making its way through the silence. The cadenced drumming of the rain droplets against windows. As his eyes where getting accustomed with the darkness, he realized he was lying on his back, and that he wasn’t wearing nothing much than his shorts. He turned his head and he saw the awkward elongated shadows cast on the room’s walls, by the trees, through the windows.

Slowly, random images where coming back in his memory – rain, cold, and bleary light. He motioned to stand up from whatever he was lying on. That’s when he felt them – the chains and the cuffs keeping him strained to what appeared to be a bed. Refusing to believe it, he pulled again, trying to get up.
“Don’t bother!”

The words pronounced by this deep pitched, but very calm voice, made him stop. The voice resounded close to Richard’s head, very close. Too close.

Frustrated, Richard yanked the chains again, but to no avail. Then, he heard this quiet laughter, this time coming from the other side of his bed. Instinctively, he turned his face in the direction he heard the laugh coming from.

“Shit, what are you doing?” Richard asked, not knowing what to make of this. “Who are you? Where am I?”

But he received no answer from the silhouette hidden by the darkness.

“Let me go!” Richard said. “You can do whatever you want to me, but get me out of these damn chains!”

The only answer he got was only that quiet laughter, followed by the flickering sound of a cigarette lighter. A little flame spread a surreal light in the room and lit up a candle. Richard blinked and squinted, trying to distinguish more of the stranger’s silhouette.

“Everything? I can do everything to you? That’s indeed an offer you’re making! You shouldn’t say something like this so lightly.”

A big form detached from the darkness, coming toward the bed. In the dim light of the candle, Richard could see that it was indeed a bed to which he was strained. It was a big bed, made of black iron, with two heavy bedposts to which were attached the chains keeping Richard its prisoner. He sighed. No actual chance to free himself.

The chains allowed him a bit of room for movement; Richard lifted himself in the bed, but then he fell back on the pillows. Black satin covered the soft pillows. The bed linen was of black satin too. Everything seemed to be black in here, even the stranger’s silhouette. The weak, reddish light of the candle carved his frame from the dark background; he was tall and had really wide shoulders. Strands of hair in his fringe were glowing black, too.

The large silhouette stood up with slow movements and got closer to the bed. Richard backed off, without a word, as the chains allowed him, gluing his body against the bedpost. The other man just bent over him, getting his face so close to Richard’s that his breath grazed his cheeks.

“You had some damned luck. You fell right in front of my car,” the stranger announced to him, on a softer voice.

“And from pure fear that I might get up again, you tied me here.” Richard jerked the chains angrily, but he only managed to make his wrists hurt.

“You’ve been here for three days now, and the worst has probably passed. You have been in a rage; you screamed, you know, all the jazz. I guess that’s from withdrawal… or what do we have here?”

The other man touched Richard’s pricked veins.

Instinctively Richard tried to pull away his arms.

“Let’s settle this damn thing now. This costs extra and we haven’t yet come to an agreement,” he hissed.

“Uh oh… what’s with the tone? You should be happy that I didn’t leave you in the gutter, Richard. You are going to be grateful, whether you want it or not. You can call me Till, maybe Master? Yes, that would be better in your case, my pretty.”

The little discourse had been told on a warm, calm if not monotone raspy voice. Then, laughing softly, the big man straightened, and walked few steps away from the bed.

“How come that you know my name?” Richard questioned on a furious tone.

“You have, like every man, an ID card in your pocket,” Till’s calm and amused tone gave him the answer. He remained motionless for few seconds, appearing to be contemplating his ‘guest’; then he turned and left the room without adding anything else.

The whole place sunk back into the silence, punctuated only by the sound of rain on the windowpane. Richard gave up and looked back at himself, as he had to understand that he couldn’t do anything. He could see solid bars at the window. Even if he would free himself from the binds, this Till fellow wouldn’t let him get away. His captor appeared big, powerful and muscular.

*

Richard didn’t know how long he’s been lying like this. In his head everything was spinning, his bones were aching and his wrists were so strained that he couldn’t feel anything with his hands. Somehow he must have fallen asleep, then he startled when suddenly somebody touched his shoulder. The room was now brightly lit and Richard had to close his eyes. The light hurt and this throbbing ache made his head like about to explode.

“It’s going to get better soon, darling,” he heard again the soft, deep voice and felt the hot breath on his right cheek. But before he could see anything, it became dark again - the stranger blindfolded him with a black cloth and tied it tight at the back of his head.

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