Regen (Rain) | By : maybebaby Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 2556 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: Regen (Rain) 10/28
Author: akasha6
Beta and co-writer: Mr Naked
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 Mr Naked for the wonderful job he did as a beta and co-writer and to lisa_thecat for the translation.
Chapter 10
First, he felt the gentle taps and caresses on his shoulder; next he heard the soft almost voiceless whispers calling his name. Richard almost jumped off the bed when he opened his eyes and his glance met Till’s face. Then he realized where he was.
“Time for your trip into dream-world,” Till announced to him, taking his arm and wrapping the rubber above the elbow.
Richard had slept very deeply, exhausted from the torture of the last hours. He was watching like through a mist covering his eyes, at what Till was doing to him, and he didn’t even bothered to protest. Till could have injected him cyanide, he could care less. Richard felt as if sunk into deep, soft layers of warm sleep.
Till was tapping on his skin, trying to find a vein; that’s when their glances met shortly, but Till turned his attention and brushed his fringe off his forehead.
“Your arm is fucked,” Till said softly on his husky tone, while finally putting the needle through Richard’s vein. “I’ll make sure you quit this shit, once we’ll be out of here,” he added and started to inject the Valium.
Richard closed his eyes, as he felt the stuff starting to run through his blood; he felt the rush as he let his body slide, lean backwards on the pillows. Something flickered through his world, reminding him of what he wanted to reply.
“Why don’t you take care of yourself? You look like shit too.”
Richard almost chuckled. Then he sank in his dreams.
Till pulled the needle, and with gentle movements unwrapped the rubber. Richard seemed so happy and relaxed. Till envied him for that. He clenched his jaws and arranged Richard’s arm near his body.
“This stuff is shit,” he whispered.
Till stood up, went to the window and closed it. Then he looked again at Richard, as this one was staring at the ceiling with blue, empty eyes.
“We’re needed this evening,” Till whispered, knowing that no one was hearing him anyway. “We have to have our beauty sleep.”
With these words, Till covered Richard’s sprawled body with a blanket, and then he lay in the bed, near him, under the same blanked.
He snuggled against Richard’s inert body, thinking of all those possibilities he had now, the things he could do to him. That’s when Richard sighed loud and turned on a side, startling Till and making him freeze on the spot.
Till looked breathless at the exposed white skin on the back of the neck of the man lying in his bed. Suddenly, he felt that warm tingling in the flesh of his lips – he wanted to kiss and nibble that part of inviting skin. Careful, he motioned slowly, centimeter-by-centimeter, closer to Richard. This fleeting thought crossed his mind: what was he doing? But that thought left just as it came, while Till was bringing himself even closer to the broad back of Richard, stretching his neck and savoring the warmth of the other’s man flesh on the skin of his face.
Only after few seconds of standing still, his face skin millimeters over Richard’s back of the neck skin, Till dared to open his mouth, place it on his neck and, finally, swallowing a loud moan of pleasure, he kissed him. This warm feeling was flooding his chest, the very chest that he has lying against Richard’s back, as he clung with his hands on the other man’s torso, as if trying to keep him for himself, forever. Till wanted to feel him, to caress him, to love him.
He rubbed his erection against Richard’s back of the legs, enjoying the shivers of each touch, each movement, but then he stopped. Richard was lost somewhere between the dreams caused by the drug; Till decided he couldn’t take advantage of him like that. He bit his lips, sighed out loud and detached from the embrace, rolling on his back, until he faced the ceiling.
He turned again and laid his arm over Richard’s torso.
“We have time, my angel,” he whispered, kissed the other man’s skin, and then closed his eyes to sink into sleep.
*
The first thing Richard felt when coming back to reality was the warm pressure of Till’s head on his chest, his arms embracing him as one of his thighs was placed over his legs.
Richard watched the other man and wondered about what happened while he was tripping.
He felt like nailed to the bed, under the warm weight of Till. Richard was thinking whether to dare to wake him.
“Fine,” he muttered, staring at the blanket.
He needed badly to go to the bathroom. Really bad!
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