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Why did I dream of Christoph?	By : aliceandmyraspencer Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1132 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Why Did I Dream of Christoph?

Status: Complete
Summary: Myra Spencer (from my other stories) had a dirty dream about her old friend Christoph Doom Schneider...Why did her sister Alice have to find out and make her tell her about it?

AN: Anonymous reviews accepted! Good and bad. Using our characters Alice and Myra to talk about Mr. sexy Doom Schneider :D. This is pretty much a Rammstein/Hellraiser crossover because we've mentioned a character or two from that series and Alice and Myra a pretty half cenobites/demons.

[Myra P.O.V.]

"Myra! Tell me!" my annoying twin demanded in a drawn out annoying voice. I knew she'd pry into my brain at some point during the day just to see what was going on in my head and I should have known that trying to block her out would only strike her curiosity more. I'd tried to hide a dream I'd had about a friend of ours that we haven't seen in a long time. He's more than a friend though; he's practically family to us. Not like a brother-type of thing, at least not for me, more like some mafia type of family. I mean, he is the only other person in existence that is even classified as the same 'species' as Alice and I, so why wouldn't we see him as a very good friend at the least?

But that's no reason to try and hide my mysterious dream I'd had about him. No, it was the type of dream I'd had that I didn't want her to know. God, if she knew she'd probably never let me live it down, even if I have no clue as to why the hell I'd have a dream like THAT about our best friend Christoph of all people. I mean, don't get me wrong, the guy is gorgeous! I've just never really thought about him in that way before. "Alice, no. I don't want to tell you. In fact, I'd like to just try and forget that I even dreamed that silly dream." Oops. I didn't tell her it was a dream that I was hiding. Damn it.

Her eyes got as big as saucers. "A DREAM?" her excited voice proclaimed. God I just didn't like that voice right now, especially since it was directed to ME. "YOU HAVE to tell me now! You know I love hearing about dreams. What was it about? Was it a sex dream? A candy dream? A MUSE dream? I like MUSE. Oooooh, please tell me you had a dream about MUSE." Now she was going to drive me nuts until she found out that it wasn't a Muse dream. And I need to sleep at some point, I can't have her keeping me up for a week long just trying to figure out if I had a dream about Mathew Bellamy.

I weighed my options right now. Lose sleep and eventually crack under her pressure and lie to her about the dream, cave now and lie to her, or lie in general and have her discover who the star of my dream really was, because she would just have to find out on her own anyway. No matter what, I'm screwed. Maybe I can swear her to secrecy on this, she's good at secrets, but she'd never let me live it down. Fuck, I'm screwed anyway. I looked into her currently golden eyes and prepared to cave. No use hiding it. "FINE DAMN IT! If you really have to know I'll tell you. And no, Mathew Bellamy was NOT in my dream."

"Awe man."

"Shut up or I'll never tell you. And you have to SWEAR to keep it a secret. You can't even tell mother," I emphasized as a shiver ran down my spine at the mention of that woman. Angelique was by all right my birth mother but that did not give her the right to try and turn me into a slut and make me lose my virginity just because she thinks it's pointless.

Alice's eyes grew wide. 'EVEN HER? Why? Is it that bad?" Typical Alice, always assuming the worst. In this case, I have no clue if it was even good OR bad.

I waved her statement off with my hand, noticing my dark green chipped nail polish and reminded myself to redo it later. "It wasn't bad, it was�cembarrassing." There, I admitted it. Me, Myra Spencer, bitchiest cenobite in existence was embarrassed. I never get embarrassed. For once, my sister played the role of a saint and let me continue without interrupting me. I wondered how long it would last and if this was a juicy enough story for her sit through all the way before the questions came.

"I had a dream about�cabout�cdamn it. I don't want to say!" I complained. Her eyes changed to ice blue and showed me that she was becoming annoyed, especially since it was becoming hard for her to pay attention. So I continued. "I dreamed about�cChristoph." And that's when the laughter started.

Yup. Embarrassing. "CHRISTOPH?! You dreamed about Christoph? You're lying!" she squealed. Apparently this was funny to her. Though I couldn't tell if she thought I was truly lying. "Seriously, Myra, what did you dream about? It was Mathew Bellamy wasn't it?" her sweet voice became accusative. Now her eyes became black with possessiveness. Oh, wonderful, she's jealous of me. Just what I needed. And I don't even like Bellamy that way! "You know he's mine!"

I sighed. "Yes, I know he's yours but I'm not lying. I really did dream about Christoph." This time I opened my mind to her and let her see that I was telling the truth.

"Why are you embarrassed? He's hot, he's our friend and a lot of girls are in love with him."

I put my finger up to protest. "I AM NOT in love with him, for your information. Yes, he is attractive„Ÿ"

"Hot," she persisted. "Say he's hot. You know he is."

"Fine, he's hot. But he's our friend. We haven't even seen him in what, 12 years since we saw the band last. He's practically family anyway. And I don't care that there's probably thousands of girls out there that want to fuck him. There's no reason I should have dreamed about sleeping with him." FUCK. She didn't know that either. Where the fuck did the filter to my mouth go?

And there it is. Her mouth is so wide I could fit my fist in it if I punched her. "YOU HAD A SEX DREAM?!?!?!" she screeched. "ABOUT CHRISTOPH! You've NEVER had a sex dream before, I would know!"

This time I slapped my hand over her mouth. "SHUT UP!" I yelled. Thank god we were in the bathroom of our current apartment. This room had thick walls, but that doesn't mean the neighbors won't hear Alice scream. Why did she have to pick the time when I'm using the toilet to come and nag me about my 'closed' mind?

I removed my hand and was met with my evil twin singing that evil child's song in my ear. �gMyra and Christoph, sitting in a tree. K.I.S.S.I.N.G. First comes love, then comes marriage. Then comes the baby in the„Ÿ" Then I punched her. I punched her so hard in the face that even though the 'on/off' switch was off that I felt it. As I removed my hand from her face I saw that she'd taken a chunk of my knuckle off with her tooth. Damn that hurt. But I ignored the pain and gave my sister the death glare.

"If you're going to make fun of me, I swear that I will chop you up into little pieces and mail you all the way to Germany to Till's house from here in New York City and even make sure it's a THURSDAY when you get there so he can eat you! SHEESH!"

"What about Richard?" her random brain thought. God, could she be any more dim today? Scratch that, she was earlier when I told her to go give me a ten page book report on her Marvel coloring book; which she did.

"I said sheesh, not Reesh! Damn woman, the topic is not about the whole band!" I quickly wondered if she would have thought about Jesus if I'd said Geeze instead.

"But you had a dream about Christoph, you said you were going to cut me up and mail me to Till and then you said something about Richard. Are you going to say something about the other guys? I like Paul," her brain wondered randomly again with that dorky smile plastered on her face. Obviously her mind was not concentrating hard enough today.

"I SAID SHEESH. As in S.H.E.E.S.H. and not R.E.E.S.H. damn it! I know you're not deaf! So do you want to hear about my fucking dream or not? Because I don't want you nagging me about it and then telling ANYONE about it. Got it?!" I yelled softly. She nodded her head in understanding, she could never resist a story, especially one as rare as this considering, yes, I'd never had a sex dream before this one. "Ok. You swear on Mathew Bellamy's life that you will not speak about this?"

"I swear."

Good enough for me. I just want her to stop bugging me. "Ok. I was there, Christoph was there, and we had sex. End of story."

She rolled her eyes and gave me that 'Angelique' look. Fuck, I should have known better than to think she wouldn�ft want details. "Exsqueeze me? Baking powder? Where's the details? Where's the part where he tore your clothes off and made sweet passionate love to you in this dream? I need to know this information woman!" she practically screeched. Again, thank god for the thick walls.

A heavy sigh escaped my throat as I looked away and at her again. Better get it over with. "From the beginning is where I'll start. I was laying in a tree, you know, like we've been doing when we don't rent a hotel room, but instead of you being there he was there on the other branch in those short shorts he wore when they made that Volkerball dvd with the matching shirt, just staring at me. I asked him, 'What are you doing here? Don't you live in Germany?' and he replied, 'I do. But it's been too long since I've seen you, Myra. I need to see you up close.' And I asked him, 'What do you mean up close? And don't you have my number? You could have called to visit.' Then he said, 'It doesn't matter what I mean. All that matters is that I finally get to have you.' And that's when I noticed that we weren't in a tree anymore. We were in room; I think it was in hell by the sound of the screams I heard. I don't know it could have been his room for all I know or it could have been JP's. But we were in a guys room and all I could really remember is that there was a bed with green sheets. Don't look at me like that, Alice. Just because you have to notice everything in a room doesn't mean I do. It just so happens that the bed had my favorite color for sheets. And that's when he kissed me. He just kissed me like he'd been dying to do it for years.

"I really felt his tongue in my mouth in this dream too. It felt like he was really kissing me, and I'll only admit it this one time because you know how I am. I'm a prude and don't like to make myself out to be a horny slut like you do sometimes. SHUT UP before you even say anything or I'll stop talking. Good girl. Anyway, I'll admit, he was the best kisser I'd ever had the pleasure to kiss, even though the total number of guys I'd ever kissed was 4. Marius didn't live two seconds after I kissed him, George and I were just getting to the point where it was comfortable using our tongues before he died, House technically wasn't even a real boyfriend and Edward just basically tried to pour his love in a kiss. But Christoph, man, if I didn't know any better I'd say he was fucking my mouth with his. I almost had an orgasm in this dream from just that kiss. Oh, you like that description I see?" I asked Alice.

She was nodding her head. "Please keep going. It's getting so good! It reminds me of the dream I had with Paul." I gave her the 'shut up' look. "Ok, shutting up. Please continue wonderful sister of mine which I love so much."

"As I was saying, I literally thought I was wide awake during this whole thing because it felt so real. And the funny part was that I was completely ok with everything. I knew what was going to happen and I let it happen. Slowly he stripped me down from the white trench coat I normally wear, his delicate hands unbuttoned the black vest I'd wore and took that off along with the white long sleeve shirt I was wearing. There I was, stripped down in my lacy green bra and black shorts and he stared at me. As I was about to cover up he grabbed my hands and pulled them to his now bare chest, which by the way, is fucking irresistible. My hands couldn't get enough! He put his lips close to mine and whispered, 'Don't hide from me, Beautiful Engel. I've waited for you too long in this world and I will have you for my eyes and more.' He used capital letters too from the sounds of it. Talk about sweeping me off my feet! And here's the kicker. I DIDN'T PUCH HIM!" I exclaimed happily.

"YOU DIDN'T PUNCH HIM?!?! But he complemented you! I know how you don't like complements because you think they're a bunch of lies but to NOT PUNCH HIM? Wow�cMyra, this is one hot dream. Keep going!"

I ignored her rudeness because now I was getting caught up in my own dream/story. I have to admit, it still gives me pleasant shivers. "So then he kissed me gently this time, almost like a lover. Ok, fine, he was my lover in this dream and he was just so�cgod I can't even describe him! Then my hands just tore the rest of his shirt from his body. I wanted to feel his flesh against my hands. I grabbed as much flesh as I could with my hands while he kissed me and his hands found themselves on my chest. God, I never wanted them to let me go! And then he laid me on the bed and I felt the silk of the fabric caress me, making the experience even more erotic. We kissed for a little while longer and then I became the bold one; I started to take his shorts off. And man, did that drummer's ass feel nice. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven! And now I could tell he just didn't want to wait any longer because then he said, 'I've waited years to touch, caress, kiss and love you. And by god, I am going to fuck you right now and you'll scream my name as you come.'

"Then he literally tore my pants and underwear off then went for my bra, leaving it to the same fate on the floor as the rest of my clothes. His mouth was hot and moist when his lips touched my breast and his hands found their way to my opening. I have to say it; I was a bitch in heat and his fingers were magic as they worked with my body to pleasure me. I pulled him closer to me and attacked his mouth with mine, letting a moan escape my lips as he put his fingers inside my heat, moving them around. Without even thinking I grabbed his cock and started to pump it.

"Without so much as a warning he forced my hand away from his crotch and out of nowhere he's pulled these handcuffs from under the pillow my head was on and he handcuffs me to the bars at the head of the bed!"

Alice's eyes were now pink with lust and her mouth was open. "That is so hot!" She swallowed and looked at me for a comment on that.

I thought about the handcuffs that were on my wrists in that dream and realized that such a thing was one of my fantasies. I like the kinkiness of using them (though I never have). "Actually, I'm into that kinky shit. Being tied up was so erotic that the next thing I knew I was begging him to ravish me, which he gladly did. That mouth of his was everywhere, and by everywhere I mean EVERYWHERE."

"You mean he„Ÿ" she started.

I nodded my head with a very satisfied look. "Yes. He even gave me oral sex. The man made me come hard, TWICE! It's like he couldn't get enough of me! But even he, the glutton that he was in this dream, had run out of patients and he brought his face back to mine. Mind you, I was exhausted in this dream to the point where I just wanted to pass out from sheer bliss. As he kissed me, he finally put himself between my legs and slowly started thrusting inside me. By then I was so horny and still on my high from the last orgasm that that only intensified my nerves. Every nerve inside me that managed to return to normal from 2 strong orgasms went haywire. And by god, his dick felt great! The kissing was so sensual that I think I fell in love in this dream."

"WOW. He's that good? Maybe I should call him up and ask him if he wants to go on a date with me," she pondered, her mind wondering again. Apparently she'd forgotten this was a dream, not real.

"Alice, he didn't really fuck me. It was just a dream. If you call him up and ask for sex I'm sure he'd be very confused."

"But you fucked him!" she argued. "AND you said he was great, even if it was your first time."

"ALICE! IT WAS A DREAM! Christoph and I have NEVER slept together." I was becoming both aggravated and embarrassed. If Christoph ever found out about this dream, I'd have to kill my sister for her big mouth and then myself.

Realization hit her finally. "Oh. I forgot. Please continue the story; I swear I won't tell anybody about it if you do."

I sighed. This is so typical. Of course she'd forget that it was a dream and believe it actually happened. I should be grateful that she didn't call him up and start demanding HIS side of the story; I am grateful. So I continued. "So we looked into each other's eyes and I saw the most love I'd ever seen before in those blue eyes. Then he said, 'I love you Myra. I've always loved you but I couldn't have you before. So now I will.' And with that he increased his movements, keeping his eyes on me the whole time with every thrust he made. Again I felt that wonderful wave of orgasm building. It wasn't his god-like cock that was getting me off this time either, it was the power of his eyes. I swear to you Alice, even if it was merely a dream, I'll never be able to not look in his eyes from now on and not be in love with them. He made my heart beat so erratically that the more he increased the intensity of his gaze, the closer I was to coming. His penis only made the experience better. Then it hit me; the most wonderful orgasm EVER washed through me and it was so strong that he came with me, inside me. And he bit me in the most erotic way. 'I'll always love you,' he'd said, and then I woke up to you banging on my door begging for pancakes. Let's just say that I had to change the sheets this morning before you got your breakfast."

The look on her face was priceless. She was envious of my dream and also in the way I'd told it to her. I didn't have the courage to tell her that before she woke me up I'd replied to his statement. I'd said I loved him, always have and didn't know it and I meant it. Now that I'm awake I'm confused. I know that that dream was so intense that if I ever did see Christoph again, I might actually fall in love with him and that scares me. I can't afford to get hurt again AND hold most of Alice's pain and loss as well. Its better that I just forget that dream and go on like it never happened. If I do see Christoph, at least I'll be able to face him and not get my hopes up. The last thing I need is for another man to not want me for me, reject me, or worse; die on me like all the others. I will bury this memory inside me and never return to it. I guess I'll never know why I dreamed of Chistoph.

I was brought out of my plotting by Alice�fs need to eat my famous cornbread. "Myra, I'm hungry. You make cornbread and I'll make the brownies." Strangely enough, I thought it was actually a good distraction and didn't bother with the consequences. I was just happy she'd dismissed the story and opted to take another form of entertainment.

END: WORKING ON Dooms POV but only if people review saying they want his side of the story.
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