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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) 18/28
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 18

Till felt a pressure on his shoulders pushing him down until he sat down on what seemed to be like a bed.

For whatever reason, the bed games of this particular man annoyed him. The scent - that warm with a slight sweet trace scent - reminded him of someone. Of Richard.

He could feel the stranger like a warm presence near his own body. The presence leaned over him and started to take off his shirt.

“Lay down, on your back,” he heard the stranger say, once his shirt was removed.

Till swallowed that knot in his throat and obliged – the stranger not only smelled like Richard, his voice reminded him of that voice he kept in the corner of his mind like a treasure; all those days locked in darkness Till would reply in his mind to the words Richard said back then to him. Each apparently meaningless “yes” or “no”.

Till didn’t say anything though. He allowed the stranger to help him lean better on the bed, on his back, and then to lift his hands above his head to cuff them with what Till figured to be metal shackles tied to the bedpost. When that was done, Till felt the other man leaning over him – the warmth of that body above his bare chest – as he placed a kiss on his left temple, above the eyebrow. Then, he felt the gentle touch of an index finger drawing over the contours of his mouth. The guy clearly took his time.

Next, the stranger moved on to Till’s pants, unfastening the belt and then unbuttoning them, fast and dexterously.

As his pants were taken off a bit roughly and a hand ‘accidentally’ touched his crotch, Till breathed in sharply. Why was he reacting so to this man? Wary, he tried to control himself and make himself stay still and pushed his feet against the mattress. A soft laugh.

“So impatient, my heart…”

In that moment a spear crossed Till’s heart. He stopped breathing. Now he was sure. The stranger had Richard’s voice. He wondered if he wasn’t having hallucinations after all those weeks of abuses and drugs.

God, please not that, he wished. Not this torture!

“You can breathe out,” the voice whispered to him. Till felt the body warmth of the other man getting closer to him, as the other guy leaned over and undid the knot of the blindfold.

As the silky cloth was falling off, Till realized that he was lying naked and cuffed to the bed of a stranger that … possessed the ability to turn himself into Richard???

Shit! The scarf was good! Hopefully the illusion of resemblance would have lasted long enough to go through this thing.

Till closed his eyes again immediately. What was that? Had he died and gone to heaven?

That was Richard! Richard!

Till opened his eyes again, slowly. He had the same image. That one in front of him, looking and smiling at him, that one was Richard. Till blinked.

“Hey baby,” he said softly. “Are you happy to see me?”

*

“What’s this?” Till barely managed to tear the words from his throat. “I thought you were dead, Richard,” he added on a hoarse voice.

But Richard was looking at him wearing that dirty smirk on his face. He started by taking off his t-shirt with lascivious movements.

“Do you have any idea how worried I was?” Till snapped, almost infuriated. He jerked his hands, but he only managed to make the handcuffs cut painfully into his already wounded wrists.

But Richard continued with unbuttoning his pants. Then, he took them off and threw them on the floor like it was the most logical thing in the world to do at that very moment.

“I was worried about you too, Till,” he spoke, finally. “We’ll talk all about this later. Now you’re here, in my house, in my bed, and this time we play according to my rules.”

Richard winked at the restrained naked man, then he approached the bed, and climbed onto it. It hurt him, to have Till so close to him, yet not to give him the comfort he obviously needed. But Richard had made a deal with himself, to have Till defenseless and completely at his mercy. He needed this, this little game. When this little game was finished, they could change the roles, and keep them like that for a lifetime, as far as he was concerned. Richard laid near Till’s restrained body; he propped his left elbow on the bed and rested his temple on his palm. His smile was like frozen on his lips as he was looking straight at Till. This one was fixing him with his glare.

Richard stretched out his hand, and touched Till’s chest with his index finger, starting to trail an imaginary line on the skin. His smile was widening as he was observing Till’s reactions, and how he was fighting with his own body to control these reactions.

“I’ll never obey anyone’s rules, Richard.” Till replied on a cold tone. “No more rules. Not even your rules,” he added on a choked whisper as Richard’s palm cupped around the shape of his left pectoral and he squeezed Till’s nipple between his thumb and index finger.

It took Till a couple of seconds to recompose his indifferent allure. Actually he didn’t know how to feel. Certainly he was happy to see that Richard was alive. The fact that Richard was alive changed everything. What did happen, then? Did they just let him go or did they think that he was dead, but somehow he survived?

If his father and his men thought that Richard was dead, it meant… and Richard was in the mood for this sort of game. That was annoying, maybe he didn’t realize in what kind of danger he was. And that angered Till even more, he wanted to warn him, to… but Richard’s hand was sliding along his abdomen, to reach for his cock. When Richard’s fingers touched Till’s cock, he couldn’t hold back a moan of pleasure.

“Let go,” Richard whispered and leaned toward Till; he placed a small kiss on Till’s neck and then he detached, but keeping his face very close to the nape of Till’s neck, as he was inhaling his scent, and caressing him slowly with his own skin. “Let go,” Richard repeated, as he was playing small kisses over Till’s jaw, and face, until he got to his lips. “This night you’re under my control. Your will doesn’t interest me,” he added and he kissed him, hungrily and fervently. Richard’s whole body was covering his body, his hot skin and sturdy flesh rubbing slowly against Till’s own body. He knew he was about to loose this battle, as he felt that he was loosing his senses, intoxicated by Richard’s beauty.

“Please, untie me,” Till moaned in the kiss. But Richard laughed quietly, as he went on kissing him, almost devouring Till’s lips.

“Oh, now, c’mon!” Till almost begged, making Richard laugh again, as he detached from the kiss.

“Nope,” Richard replied, amused. “Not yet,” he said, and he placed another kiss on Till’s collarbone. “I will fuck you now, Till. No love, for tonight. There’s time for that later, a lot of time, babe,” he added as he kissed Till’s chest. “I only want us to fuck now. And you will beg me for it.”

Richard kissed again his neck, as he squeezed harder on his left nipple, making Till fidget.

“God, Richard! Stop it! Fuck me already!”

Richard simpered, suckling on the skin on Till’s neck, as his fingers played again along the other man’s hardening cock.

“That was pretty good, but it didn’t impress me so much. Tell me exactly what you want! Come on, Till, be a good boy!”

Richard rose a bit in the bed, so he could reach Till to kiss his lips and mouth again. He forced his leg between the thighs of the man under him. Till tensed and gasped as Richard’s leg rubbed gently on his stiffened member.

“I want your cock in me,” Till emitted this suppressed groan, rubbing himself against Richard’s thigh, deciding to go along with this now, and worry about other things later. “Was that good enough?” He panted.

“Yes, baby.” Richard replied. “Exactly what I wanted to hear.” His own cock was so hard that it hurt. He knew that he couldn’t have lingered like this for much longer.

Richard reached out for the lube in the nightstand. He poured some of the content on his fingers, then placed the small tube back on the nightstand.

“Later on, I’ll kiss you and make sweet love to you,” he promised, whispering, as he reached down between Till’s legs. He felt again how Till’s whole body tensed as his finger entered him; he loved watching him like this, all those small reactions turning him on even more. He moved his finger inside Till, reaching for that special spot. He knew he got it the moment Till moaned loudly, leaning his head backward, between his restrained arms, and, in the same time, offering himself more to Richard.

This really stirred Richard – he leaned over Till and kissed his abdomen, moving then, kiss after kiss, downward, to the shaft of his erect cock, and the over his thighs. He pulled his finger out, gently. Till moaned, as if asking him to put it back. But Richard rose on his knees.

“We will love each other for hours, baby,” he whispered as he spread more Till’s legs and placed himself better between them. “I promise,” he added arranging Till’s legs on his shoulders.

He entered him slowly, and then waited for a few seconds to get adjusted to him.

“Look me in the eyes!” Richard ordered him, as he started thrusting into him. But Till only moaned, closing his eyes. “I told you to look me in the eyes,” he repeated, thrusting harder.

“Untie me,” Till groaned, but Richard only kept thrusting inside him.

They looked into each other’s eyes. Serious. Full concentration. Then, as Richard thrust again, he brushed against Till’s prostate; Till moaned even louder, his fingers tugged hard on the metal of the cuffs, and he pushed himself more on Richard’s cock.

“Untie me!” Till gasped, begging, but he only earned himself a smile. And a rough thrust inside him – a new wave of pleasure spreading all over his body like a hot, sweet poison.

Till wanted to feel this man’s tensed flesh between his fingers, and to cling onto his body, to feel his warmth and damp skin in his arms. He clung onto the cuffs, squeezing in his palms the now warm and slick with sweat metal.

“Fuck!” He growled as the following thrust set him off; he came long, moaning Richard’s name, as his seed splashed Richard’s chest.

A few more thrusts later, Richard was cumming too.

“Oh, baby,” he moaned, as he let himself lay exhausted by Till’s side. They both remained like that, motionless, listening to their rushed breathing.

*

“Richard?”

“What?”

“Baby… That could be anybody. Say my name.”

“Why?” Richard turned his head and looked at Till.

“I want you to say my name.”

“How?” Richard stared at him without understanding.

“Oh, my God! Where have you been? Do you know at least with whom you’re laying in bed? And apart from that, can you un-cuff my hands now? It’s becoming uncomfortable.”

“With whom I lie in bed? I don’t know. But I think it’s the most beautiful man in the universe.”

Richard started kissing along Till’s arms. Till lifted his head and smiled.

“Then you will un-cuff the most beautiful man in the universe,” this one replied softly. “Now, please.”

Richard hesitated and looked up. He fidgeted a bit, got the little silvery key from the nightstand and undid the cuffs.

Till started to rub his stiff wrists. He sat up in the bed as he was massaging his sore flesh. He thought of asking about where he could wash himself, but then he changed his mind. He turned his head and looked to his left – Richard was lying naked, on his side, still drained. The whole bed was a mess, like after an orgy.

Till turned his head back, his eyes wearing the image of that beautiful man. So beautiful, it made him wonder what the fuck was happening to him, but he decided, once again, to think of things later on. Now, he had a game to play.

“Second part of the game, Richard.” Till said, not moving yet, and staring at an inexistent dot in front of him. “We’re playing by my rules this time, my heart,” he whispered, turning to face the other man. He leaned over him, his hand caressing his nicely worked-out chest. Richard looked at him like hypnotized, as he laid slowly on his back.

“Till, look, I’m sorry…”

“Shhhhh!”

Till traced an invisible line along the shape of Richard’s lips with his finger. Then laughed softly, caressing Richard’s forehead. Then, he ran his fingers through his hair. He clenched his fingers in his hair, and lifted his head off the mattress, closer to his face.

“I’ll have to think about that,” he whispered and smiled, satisfied.

There was still time for tenderness. But not right now.
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