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KAAMOS (A Tale For Grown-up Kids)	By : runningnakedinthepark Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 2131 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: KAAMOS (A Tale For Grown-up Kids)
Author: Robby a.k.a. Mr Naked
Rating: NC17/AU
Pairing: everyone and then some more
Disclaimer: I was smoking some really good stuff when I came up with this.Betas: Flowers and thank yous go to Hannelore_K & Ketene

KAAMOS (A Tale For Grown-up Kids)
Part II. The Mark Has Been Made
Chapter 13.

The man on the table lifts his hand and grabs me by the cloth on my chest; he pulls me down, over him, bringing my face close to his.

“My heart burns, you’ve got to take it out!” He hisses his order right onto my face, burning my skin with his boiling breath. “I can’t stand it anymore!” He spits the words again, and I can sense extreme pain in his voice.

“But I… I…” I mumble, propping my hands on the edges of the table, trying to resist his powerful grip that is pulling me.

“Who the fuck is the chief butcher on this ship?” He snaps at me.

“Surely not me,” I hear Richard chuckling from behind.

“And who the fuck are you?” I growl, preparing to smack the guy in vinyl.

“I’m Paul, you drunk ass! Now, do your fucking job! I’m burning and I’m in pain, you alcoholic fuck!”

“I can’t…”

“Listen!” Paul groans, and pulls me all on the table, above him, with incredible force. “I’m burning all over! You have to do something now!”

And yes, I feel him under me, like I’m laid on a frying pan on the stove, all burning.

“You have to take out my heart before I implode!” Paul barks into my face.

“But I can’t! My hands are shaking from all this cold!”

“Of course it’s cold, we’re in the North,” comes Richard’s giggles.

“You’re cold?” Paul howls at me and rolls on the table over my body, until I am under him. “I’ll warm you up in no time, bastard!” He growls and sticks his body over mine.

“Paul, I…”

This pair of palms, like hot iron used to mark cattle, clutches over my wrists, taking my hands and pinning them above my head. I moan in pain; his heat felt through his vinyl suit is burning my flesh.

“I’ll show you whining and bitching,” Paul hisses as he lays his cheek over mine, rubbing his face against mine, its hotness contaminating my skin. His hot half whispering, half hissing, pours like melting lava into my ears: “I want to fuck you like an animal,” he chants as his hands lift my apron.

“I want to feel you from the inside.” And he pulls down my pants.

“Paul!” I try to fight him back and I wince, feeling the cold metal of the table against my bare ass.

“I am so burning on the inside.” He goes on, pushing away my hands. “I am so dirty on the inside,” his demented fiery chanting continues, and his breath feels like fire flaming my ear.

“Don’t!” I yell trying to push him away, but all my struggles are in vain.

“Shut the fuck up!” Paul orders, placing his hot vibrating body between my legs. “I want so much to live!” He howls, arching back, leaning his head backward, as if he’s shouting to the heavens above us.

I don’t want this to happen! Yet, I’m so cold and his warmth is so luring and soothing over my body; which feels like an iceberg.

“You can’t do this!” I howl, seeing him unzipping his pants and bringing out his erect cock.

“Do you want to be tied on the front of the ship for not doing your job?” Paul snaps at me, fighting with me to force me to part my legs wider. “Outside? In the cold?”

“What?”

But I can’t talk, as I feel entered by this thing like a hot iron thick spear – his stiff member. Its heat is ripping my flesh apart, yet my frozen body is welcoming it, and opening to receive as much as possible. I wrap my icy legs around the man above me – he’s hot like a flame – as Paul starts thrusting frantically inside me. And, with each of his pounds, burning flashes travel through my fibers, up and down, with the speed of light, chasing away the cold inside me.

“Do you want to see this table in flames?” My ears catch his hissing.

I open my eyes, wide; I feel my own cock, hard, slammed rhythmically against Paul’s wrapped-in-vinyl abdomen. The table underneath is getting hot too; a metal tray on a stove.

It’s all so hot, I will melt soon, consumed by the flames of my own pleasure ignited in me, the same pleasure tearing long moans and growls off my chest as I sink deeper on Paul’s cock. My clothes will melt on me; flames will burst on my skin… My sweat is dripping off me; I hear droplets dripping off me, hitting the table and hissing as they turn into vapors in that instant.

Paul leans over my face, his mouth opens, and his teeth part and bite my lips, ripping my flesh. I taste my own blood, but I devour his lips back, while this endless stream of lava splashes my insides, liquid flames – his seed.

He detaches his lips off mine, but his mouth starts talking fast right above my mouth: “The six troubadours had to escape the City of the Beast, but the only way they could get free was if their bodies would have been killed. They succeeded in doing that, but only to find themselves enslaved again, working deep underground in the gold mines.”

All my flesh is boiling, burning on my bones; I growl in pain, in his mouth. I arch my back; I grip onto him, in a spasm, as I feel I’m exploding. And, in my movement, I stick the butcher knife in Paul’s back. White lava bursts out of me flooding my abdomen, and splashing the black shiny vinyl.
Paul arches his back; he’s howling, grinning and laughing like a beast from Hell. Scared, I pull the dagger off his body and drop the damn thing on the floor.

Fuck, what did I do?

All my thoughts are yelling at me, like trying to get through to me through this roaring wall of flames consuming me.

Turn the page! This feeble whisper breaks through. Turn the page!

What page?

And I remember!

I’m about to faint, devoured by this heat and drained by my own release.

Turn it, already! This thought snaps at me, closer to me, this time.

My eyes, demented by fear and disgust, catch a glimpse of the image of Richard picking the dagger from the floor, lifting it at the level of his white painted face, while he opens his mouth to sneak a red tongue out and to lick the blood off the silvery blade. His eyes sparkle blue, as his mouth grins mischievously, but satisfied.

Turn the fucking page, now!

Around me, flames are dancing on the table; above me, Paul’s body…

The page! Turn the page!

*
“Wake up, Till! Wake up!”

Someone is shaking me very hard.

I realize I’m asleep. Or at least I was.

“Yeah! Leave me, I’m tired, for fuck’s sake!” I grumble, promising myself that the next time he shakes me, I’ll punch his bloody nose!

“There’s something wrong with her!” The voice almost shrieks in my ears, making me jump in the bed.
“What?”

On the edge of my bed sits this teary Flake.

She’ll be so pissed off! My mind warns me.

“Come!” He pleas and rushes me, in the same time.

I jump off the bed and follow him, as he runs through the rooms and hallways of our wooden house. They are all dark, since it’s nighttime, but who would tell anyway. Days looked like endless twilights, and we could tell when it was finally night when we could see the stars on the darkened firmament.

Actually we could rarely see the stars and the moon, since the sky was almost all the time covered by clouds.

Flake stops in the threshold of the open bathroom door. Inside I see the others: Paul, Richard, Olli and Christoph. They stand as if frozen around the huge wooden tub; they have all livid faces and stunned looks in their eyes as they stare at the young beautiful woman that appears to have fainted in the bathtub.

The room is lightened by torches; their playful flames make the woman’s ivory white skin to glitter dimly, while her long, black hair shines like a dark diamond aura around her face and shoulders. She is still so beautiful. She always has been. Beautiful and cruel, I tell myself, looking at the table near the tub – of course, the golden powder!

“Do something!” I hear beside me Christoph’s pleading whisper.

The woman in the tub, and the tub are huge compared to us. Olli, the tallest of us, could barely reach a bit above her knee.

“She must be dead!” I emit this dry whisper.

“Shut the fuck up!” Paul hisses angrily at me, as if I committed some blasphemy.

The image of her bending Paul over her knee and spanking him pretty hard for some stupid reason, and him screaming and pleading in pain, crosses my mind like a flash. It happened only few days ago. Yet, it was heresy to state the obvious, that she was gone. For good.

“Maybe she just fainted,” Richard says softly.

The last month we haven’t found any gold in the mines and she was furious. Until this evening. This evening we returned home with a little gift that made her really happy – a gold nugget. She was jubilant, and treating us very kindly for a change, but, while we were enjoying all her attention, we knew deep inside that soon she’d use up that nugget and we would have to find another one. But the mines were exhausted already, we’d have to dig deeper or find other gold mines to be able to support her habit.

“It was all my fault!” Paul's sudden burst makes me turn to see him covering his face with his palms, leaning toward Olli and resting his head against his shoulder as he cries with loud sobs.

“What the fuck is wrong with him?” I say turning toward Richard, but this one looks at me just as angry.

Christoph goes to Paul and hugs him.

“It hurt so bad when she punished me, I just wished she would die,” Paul explains between sobs.

“Don't be stupid!” I grumble.

“Till!” Flake hisses and throws me this glance, like saying that I should show more sympathy under these circumstances.

“What do we do now?” Olli's whisper sounds so desperate, and so lost.

“I guess we'll have to bury her,” I say, trying not to sound annoyed when seeing them acting like idiots.

I turn to leave the room. I don't want to see anymore that white skin glittering through the water, her still crimson red lips, and her perfect face contours... And I can't even feel sad.

“We can't just put her in the ground,” Richard's voice stops me.

I look again at him and then at the others.

“We can't do that, Till,” Flake adds on a low voice.

“Then we'll put her in a tree like the Indians used to do with their dead!” I growl and leave the bathroom in haste.

~ To be continued ~
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