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Spiel Mit Mir	By : lisathecat Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1402 -:- 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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1. Richard

When you’re looking at the window, the one you’re waiting for never comes. You grow restless and worried and hopeful and desperate at the same time. After a while, you’re nothing but waiting. Your heartbeat synchronizes with the clock. You notice the daylight change colors and the shadows grow but your gaze is fixed on that point where you expect to arrive the one you're waiting for.

I should move away from the window. It’s the only way I can make Christoph come home earlier. But I am like glued here, just petrified longing. The only place I can go to is… reminiscence.
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Grandma’s huge attic was filled with treasures. Old armoires with painted drawers and in each drawer, enamel tea boxes and old letters and hairclips and music boxes and pens and everything. I remember the little bottle of perfume half spilled in a white purse and the memory of its scent is so vivid, I always feel it in my nostrils when I think of that night.

After we masqueraded in some of grandma’s old clothes and laughed like crazy at my brother’s talent to turn himself into a proper lady with the help of a long, sophisticated and old-fashioned dress and a veiled hat, Christoph found the most fascinating thing in the attic. After my little yacht with a dancer in the middle of the deck, of course. A miniature railway with a train! Our grandfather was a railway engineer and he must have been the one who bought it. Why was it forgotten up here, in the attic? It was a wonderful toy! I remember I was wearing a top hat we found in a dusty box and Christoph decided it would qualify me as the train mechanic. We had to push the train locomotive ourselves, because the electric system didn’t work anymore, but it was so much fun, we didn’t notice how the hours passed.

At some point, I gave up and went to lay on an old sofa, holding my yacht and just watched Christoph continue the exploring - opening other boxes and other drawers and showing me the treasures he found. I didn’t even realize I fell asleep until Christoph came to me, wrapped one of grandma’s shawls around me and cuddled close to me. He kissed me on the back of neck and told me:

“I love you, little brother.”

I turned to look at him.

“I love you too, Christoph.”

And then our mouths found each other and we kissed. I dropped the toy yacht. The kiss was warm and his lips tasted sweet. I felt immensely loved and I turned my back at him again and we fell asleep embraced.
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It’s always the first kiss that is imprinted in your memory. No matter how many other kisses followed, the first one defined me and my brother. It was a kiss of pure love, and nothing felt wrong.
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A car in the driveway. I forget to breathe. I want to run downstairs, but I can barely stand up. Two years since I’ve seen Christoph. Too long. I feel I’m falling apart instead of being happy.

“Where is Richard?” I hear his voice. Then his steps, climbing the stairs and hurrying to my room. I am pale like a ghost but I manage to smile.

“Welcome home, Christoph!”

He throws his arms around me and hugs me tightly. Then he lets go and steps back to look at me. Love is glittering in his eyes.

“I missed you, little brother.” And he crushes me against his chest again.

He’s got his hair cut short, I notice when I caress him and feel like I’m missing his long curls. He’s a little slimmer. But stronger. He’s so warm and loving, but his smell has changed. There’s something different about it. There’s something about Christoph that I can’t recognize.

“How was military service? Did it turn you into a man or something?”

He laughs and shrugs. “I felt like I was one of dad’s trained dogs. I’ll tell you all about it over dinner. I’m hungry like a wolf.” And he takes my hand and we go to the dining room. And everything feels as it should be.

I’ve never seen him eating with such an appetite. When I ask if they starved him there he laughs and tells anecdotes about how bad food can get. We’re all happy and listen to him. Even mom has forgotten about her usual migraines and has joined us all - laughing and asking silly questions and making fun of Christoph’s haircut.

Later we retreat to my room and Christoph asks me about my music and then about how many hearts I broke while he was away. I smile mysteriously and am not sure if I should tell him about the girls or the boys.

“How about you?”

“Hey, who could resist me in uniform?” he smiles smugly. “And since I’m a lean mean fighting machine I can get whatever I want…”

“But I bet you I can still wrestle you to the ground, Mr. Lean Mean Fighting Machine.”

“You’re on.”

He is serious. His grip on me is much stronger than I remembered. He is resisting me like he never did before. I want to win this fight, but I’m loving every minute of it. Now he is a worthy adversary. My tricks don’t work on him anymore. We’re doing this strange dance and I’m so concentrated and breathing so hard that his knee takes me by surprise and I find myself pinned to the floor with Christoph on top of me.

“Admit defeat, Richard.” He says breathily.

I just stare into his darkened eyes and say nothing. He hesitates for a second, then he leans in and kisses me hungrily. My heart beat is racing and I’m pulling him closer, kissing him back with all I’ve got.

“God, I’ve missed you, little brother.” and while he devours my neck, he pulls open my shirt and his hands feverishly caress me: chest, abdomen, everywhere he can reach.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Richard.” And he suckles on my nipples delightfully and I’m quivering under his frantic assault, not knowing what to do with my hands except faintly trying to unbutton his shirt. I feel weak, I feel defeated but I feel so loved that it’s almost unbearable.

Christoph lets me catch up my breath and starts taking off his clothes while still straddling me. My hands try to assist him, but I am so clumsy, I can’t manage anything, so all I can do is caress his heated flesh. He catches my hands and kisses my palms, sending long shivers down my spine. He gets off me in order to take my pants off too. I do nothing to resist that. When Christoph settles between my legs and bends to kiss the inside of my thighs I’m so ignited, I’m whining:

“Take me, Christoph.”

I don’t even recognize my own voice. So breathy, so strained. Christoph stops and looks at me with adoration.

“Anything you want.”

I shake him off and get up, pulling him to my bed. He takes off the rest of his clothes as I fumble into drawers. When I find what I was looking for, I push him on his back. I get on top, rubbing myself on him because I want to get that alien scent out of him and impregnate his skin with my scent. He closes his eyes when I’m coating his hard cock with the cold fluid and I feel him so tense and needy that I just have to kiss him again. And again and again. He moans into the kisses and I take pity on him. I ask him to open his eyes and look at me as I finger myself with the rest of the fluid. But he’s just staring into my eyes and his gaze is so intense that it’s my turn to close my eyes.

He rolls me over and I spread my legs for him. He kneels between my thighs and bends to take me in his mouth. It feels so good, I know I can’t last even two minutes of that. I push him off and whine again, asking him to take me. Which he does.

I’m being made love to like I’ve never been made love to before. I wonder if I’ll go mad from the pleasure of feeling Christoph inside me, so gentle and tender and loving. Our twin bodies are perfectly synchronized and moving as one. It’s like the same sweat comes from our pores and makes us slide slick against each other. When he kisses me, I come undone and I feel him follow.

Seconds of perfect pleasure. Seconds of perfect love.

I feel Christoph pull out and hear him asking if I am OK. I can’t answer. I’m still light years away from earth. Suspended in happiness.

When I’m back, I caress his hair, now wet with sweat. Christoph smiles at me. He kisses my cock and licks my abdomen clean. I turn on the side and he spoons me. A kiss on the back of my neck.

“I love you, little brother.”

“I love you too, Christoph.”
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