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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) 17/28
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 17

Blue skies. Sun. Thousands of diamonds sparkling. Snow. Richard. That warm touch on his shoulder startled Till. It was all just a dream. Till carefully opened his eyes and blinked in the weak light. He saw the man that bought him for ten days, he was standing right in front of him.

“Get up. Have a shower and then put these on you,” the other man told him on a blank tone, and then he threw Till some clothes. All black. Leather. “The shower is at the end of the hallway. And try not to run away. This wouldn’t be wise. I’ll come back for you in half hour.”

Till looked up at him, and for a short moment their eyes met and Till thought he saw a smile in his eyes. The man turned and left. But the cellar door remained open.

Till rubbed his eyes. Ok. Let’s go. Slowly and with a soft sigh he stood up and grabbed the clothes. Every bone in his body hurt. He needed his shot soon. He was cold and he shivered.

Fear? Maybe. But what could really frighten him now? He lived in hell for the last week. Every day. Every night. Like always. Embittered, he looked at the clothes.

“And try not to run away.”

How must Richard have felt! Everything reminded him of Richard. This whole crazy situation.

Till left the room intently. Perhaps a hot shower would help.

The room was small and clean. It was surely for the staff. A small grilled window let the diffused daylight in. Outside was still raining. Till turned on the light and powerful neon light blinded him. Carefully and with a bad presentiment, he walked to the mirror. He was shocked. His face has been the only part of his body that his father wanted to keep pretty, but in fact it looked frightening. He looked how he felt, like the last piece of dirt.

What did this guy want from him? Till could figure out he wasn’t like his father’s friends. He was actually a nice guy, from a decent family, a rich family, but he surely wasn’t the spoiled brat in this picture. Till lowered his eyelids then opened his eyes slowly. But the sight remained the same. Deep dark circles under his eyes, stubble, black hair strands hung in disorder on his face.

Sighing, he turned around. Ten days. What the fuck was he supposed to do during these ten days?

*

Christoph thought that Richard left a door open and hadn’t taken all his hopes away, as he was walking through the dark corridor in the basement.

Richard. Brother and lover. Christoph couldn’t imagine his life without having Richard near him to hold him in his arms. Never to kiss the sweat off his temple, when he had just come. His soft moans. His hot breath on his skin. Christoph stopped as if splashed by a huge tidal wave of memories.

Good, he thought to himself. Time would decide.

He loved his brother. He was ready to do anything for him. He would bring Till to him and then he would go to Paul to find consolation in his arms. Paul always managed to make him stop thinking about Richard, even if only for an hour.

Christoph stopped in front of the cellar door. He breathed in and slowly opened the door. He found Till asleep on the couch, and he seemed to have a nice dream. His face was relaxed and wearing the start of a smile on his lips. Christoph took his time to really observe him. His thick eyelashes threw long shades on his pale cheeks, and his mouth, with thick and very well contoured lips. Such beautiful lips. His hair was longish and fell on his face.

Christoph sighed. Oh, yes. He understood his brother.

Christoph leaned over him and touched his shoulder.

“Get up!”

Involuntarily, he had to smile.

*

Till felt almost human again, clean and shaved. Now all he could hope was for the whole thing to pass fast. He needed his shot. Urgently.

The door opened again. His client was there again. This time, without saying anything, he fastened a pair of heavy iron handcuffs on Till’s hands. That was nothing new to Till. He also didn’t panic when the stranger blindfolded him with a black silk scarf. It was all the same to him. Nothing exceptional. These weirdos always had to have iron handcuffs and black apparel and accessories.

Again, no word was pronounced. Till sensed only this hand grabbing his upper arm signaling him that it was time to go. Till’s steps followed the stranger’s out of the cellar and then upstairs.

*

Richard felt like he couldn’t wait anymore. For the millionth time he checked around the room, and then himself. He was wearing black too.

The door opened. Finally! Richard held his breath. He wasn’t wrong, was he? He didn’t want to hurt Till in any way. He loved this man.

Christoph pushed Till through the door and left him standing in the middle of the room.

“On your knees,” he said quietly.

Till obeyed. He lowered his head and waited. Like always.

Behind him, Richard grabbed his brother’s hand, pulled him out of the room, and closed the door behind them.

“Oh, God, Chrissy, what is with his arms?” He hissed alarmed.

“His father gave me this.” Christoph reached in his pocked for the small silvery box. “He said it would calm him. He was becoming too ‘wild’ – whatever he meant by that.”

“Wild? Till and wild?” Richard snatched the box from his brother’s fingers, though he knew what was in there, even before opening it. “He would have defended himself. Those fucks!”

He looked at the little syringe – silver, old, precious – very familiar to him.

“OK, this is the last time. Tomorrow it’s over with it.” He ran his fingers through his hair, with a nervous gesture. “What if he has forgotten me? What if he doesn’t want to see me?”

“No one can forget you, my heart.” Christoph kissed his brother tenderly on the cheek, trying to calm him down. “Come. I’ll play my part until the end and then you’re on.”

Christoph put his hand on the door-knob and turned it open. He entered slowly. Richard followed him without making any noise. He was barefoot. Christoph looked questioningly at his brother and when he saw him nod, he crouched in front of Till. He put a finger under Till’s chin and lifted his head.

“Soon you’ll wish you’d never been born,” his whispers resounded in the motionless silence of the room.

Christoph stood up and smiled encouragingly at Richard. Then he left the room. Richard felt his heart beating in his throat. He closed the door behind his brother.

He couldn’t resist too long. He wanted Till right then, right there. Oh, God! He wanted to do everything: to taste him, finally, to kiss him, to touch him, to feel his body, all of it, to fuck him hard until he screamed his name. And then they would love each other. Gently, tenderly and slowly, for long hours.

Richard stood motionless in the threshold. His eyes were feasting on the shapes of the man blindfolded and knelt on the floor of his room. The sight of the wide shoulders and of the muscular arms made Richard swallow this knot in his throat. There was this stir inside him. He walked slowly to Till and knelt behind him. He reached through his pockets for the key.

*

Till squeezed his eyes shut behind the black silk of his blind-fold.

Those words! How did the stranger know them? Why did he say exactly that?

When he heard those words, it was as if a long, icy cold finger touched Tills heart. Everything inside him screamed for Richard. Those words were salt to a wound.

Forgive me, Richard! Wait for me, no matter where you are.

Till lowered his head even more, to hide the fact that he was biting his lips so hard to almost bleed. He thought that he would put up with all the pain in the world, for a whole eternity, if only he could turn back the time.

Ok, he told himself. Maybe it was just a coincidence. He shouldn’t think of the past, just focus on what was happening now. And now, he only had the darkness and the silence. The unbearable silence that got on his nerves.

When he heard the door, he wondered whether that guy left the room or had someone else come in. But that soft movement behind him took him by surprise.

A warm touch. The metallic clink of his cuffs being unlocked. Hesitantly, he brought his hands in front and stretched his stiff fingers. Otherwise, he kept his position. Then he felt a warm hand lying tenderly on his neck; next, a leather band was fixed around his throat.

A pair of cool lips touched the curve of his bent neck. Once. Twice.

There was something about those kisses and touches that made his heart beat like mad.

He felt that hand and those fingers running through his hair, caressing him, so gently, so affectionate. What was that?

The kisses along his neck continued over his jaw line. Why did his heart beat so fast? Why did he feel like he couldn’t breathe anymore? This scent. It was so familiar. Made his blood boil. Why were his senses torturing him like this?

Till felt whoever was there motioning to help him stand. Then, he was pushed to take a few steps. A hand placed on his shoulder made him halt. Another hand wrapped around his waist and turned him around. Till felt something like an edge against the back of his knees that he could only suppose to be a bed, or a sofa. The hands let go of him just to be placed on his shoulders and to press him slightly downward. Till knew he had to sit down.
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