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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) 16/28
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 16

Richard stood up and stared out the window. Only a few moments ago Christoph had called him and told him that they were on the way home. He felt a weight being lifted from his heart. Richard bit his tongue. Till was alive, and now, safe. And on his way to him.

One evening he spoke with his parents. There were no reproaches. No questions. They were just happy to have him back. His mother took him in her arms without saying a word and his father patted his shoulder – and Richard was immensely grateful for that. He hesitatingly told them what happened, how he was dragged into that house, what happened to him and what was going on there. Christoph stood by his side and held his hand. The inseparable brother. He always knew.

Their father got really angry and promised to make sure that things wouldn't remain like that, that he'd help his son so those there would get what they deserved.

His mother only said one thing, but this thing meant the life for Richard: “Bring him home.”

Richard knelt in front of his mother and kissed her hand and, as he looked at her, he saw that she had tears in her gentle eyes – the prodigal son was back home.

Sighing, Richard turned around. Conflicting thoughts swarmed in his head. How should he receive Till? After a couple of minutes of desperate self-questioning, a grin appeared on his face. He grabbed the phone and dialed Christoph’s number.

“Chris, can we talk? OK, take care. First bring him in the cellar. Yes, you heard me well, bring him in the cellar. I’ll explain later. And Christoph – be careful. Don’t hurt him in any way.”

Richard put down the phone. He walked around the room, looking up at the walls and then at the furniture – there were lots of preparations needed to be done.

*

Rural landscapes. Little villages. Forests. Grains. Wasteland. The sky was clouded. To Till it seemed like they'd been on the road for an eternity. It rained. Till couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen the sun. It didn’t matter. Without Richard nothing really mattered anyway. Maybe this time it would happen. He felt so close to death.

The strange man sat in front of him and talked on the phone. Till couldn’t understand his whispers. Not that he really wanted to. Call it professional reflex, he wouldn't eavesdrop on any client's business. The other guy would throw a glance at him, from time to time as if to check upon him. He seemed worried. But Till shooed these thoughts away. Why would anyone worry about him? Especially someone who had paid a fortune to live out his most perverse fantasies with him. Stubbornly, he looked out the window of the big limousine and avoided any eye contact with the stranger.

After half an hour they reached a big iron gate. Tall, old oak trees were shading a wide alley. Through their branches one could see a wonderfully trimmed park. After five more minutes they stopped in front of an old mansion. Christoph got out, went around the car and opened the door for Till.

“Get out!”

Christoph forced his voice to sound like an order, but he wasn't sure if it came out right. It wasn't like him to command. He wished Richard knew what he was doing.

Christoph looked at one of the open windows and knew that his brother was behind the drapes, watching them. Then he took hold of Till’s arm and directed him to the entrance.

Till took the mansion in, inconspicuously. Compared to this, his father’s villa seemed a shack. Everything was bright, well lit, arranged with love. People who lived in such a house must have been so lucky.

The stranger gripped his arm painfully and, without saying a word, pushed him down some stairs. The stairs leading to a cellar. Everybody hid their skeletons in the cellar. Till looked back one more time to see the daylight. Well, that was short. Maybe he was never to see daylight again.

Oh, God. Give me wings! Take me! Bring me to Richard!

Christoph opened the door to a small room. He let Till in and then he locked the door from the outside.

Till remained alone. He looked around, surprised. On the ceiling there was a lamp that shed a sparse light. There was an old sofa. A chair. A stack of books in a corner. Wine shelves on the walls. Everything looked weird to him. Maybe the people here had no experience with these things. Maybe he was the first one. But there was no place to hide in this room. And this worried him.

He paced around the room one more time and then he sat on the sofa. He sighed and leaned back. He was thirsty. He hadn’t eaten in two days. He felt dirty. Sick. Lost.

*

Richard stood by the window, waiting for his brother to get back. His patience was wearing out.

Richard rested his forehead against the cool window glass and remained like that, motionless, for a few seconds, watching the warm blow of his breath steaming the glass. Smiling he drew a T on the small steamed spot. Oh, God, he was in love.

He wondered about how he’d react when Christoph would finally come, bringing Till with him? He had this sudden idea. Things shouldn’t go that easily. Richard turned around and contemplated the room, content. Dark red roses were scattered everywhere, also black candles were lighting the room with their dim flames - everything was black in there. He and his friend, Christian, had done a nice job. Christian had a good hand at these things; he was the king of ‘good taste’.

Richard smiled. Everything was black in the room; everything, except the bed sheets. They were pink - a soft, virginal pink. What had Till’s father said? He wasn’t going to give them pink bed sheets? Now, Till would have his pink bed sheets. He would have everything he ever dreamed of.

Richard walked back to the window. He felt as if his heart stopped – the black, slick silhouette of his father’s limo was advancing slowly along the alley to the entrance of the house. Richard’s fingers gripped the wooden edge as if he wanted to make sure that he held onto something against the will to run downstairs and grab Till into his arms to never let go. To kiss him, finally. But he was to wait a little bit longer for that.

He watched from his window as Christoph got out and went to Till’s side of the car, and opened the door to let this one out too. Richard held his breath when he saw Till. Those stiff and awkward movements – he could guess what was wrong. Richard swore to himself that he’d protect Till, that he wouldn’t let anyone hurt him ever again.

Christoph looked up at him, and both men’s glances met. Christoph was nervous and Richard was eager to talk to him. During those five minutes until he heard the gentle knock on his door, Richard paced around the room, doing last minutes adjustments, straightening the corner of one of the sheets here, finding a better position for one of the candles, there. But when Christoph came in, Richard remained like frozen on the spot.

Christoph remained motionless too, looking around, and then he burst into laughter. “What’s with all this black shit?” He asked and walked to sit down on a big chair with a tapestry of black silk. “Are you filming a horror movie?”

Richard walked toward him too; he crouched near his brother and put his hands on his knees.

“What do you think? Did you like him? How is he? Has he said anything?” Richard bombarded Christoph with questions without even breathing.

His brother stroked his hair tenderly: “He’s a beautiful man. He is strong. He hasn’t said a single thing the whole time. Don’t play with him too much. He’s not well.”

Richard laughed: “You know I like little games. Give me only ten minutes. Please, go down and give him these things. Bring him in an hour to me. Blindfold him. And when he’s in the room, tell him this: ‘You’ll wish you’d never been born’. Nothing else. OK? I’ll take care of the rest.”

He stood up, walked to get the black clothes Till was supposed to wear and handed them to Christoph. Then took his place on the floor, near his brother’s knees. Christoph looked in his blue eyes and whispered: “It’s difficult for me to get used to the idea that I don’t play the main role in my brother’s life, any longer.”

Christoph’s voice sounded sad. He cupped his hands gently around Richard’s face, as he leaned over him and then placed a soft, dry kiss on his forehead.

“That already happened when you brought Paul here for the first time, Christoph,” Richard replied while he stood up.

“Never again, Richard?”

Christoph stood up too, both men standing face to face.

“I don’t think Paul would be too happy about this,” Richard answered on a rusty voice. Then he kissed his brother fleetingly on his cheek and pushed him toward the door.

“They don’t have to know,” Christoph insisted.

“Go, sweet brother. If you love me, you want me to be happy, and bring me the man I love.”

“Richard…”

“Christoph.”

“Please…”

“Let time decide.”

And Christoph smiled. His irresistible smile.
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