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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) 20/28
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 20

“We should go to sleep.”

“It’s three in the morning. Or to be more precise, three and thirteen minutes,” Till replied, as he sat back on the bed, lying near Richard. His skin was still slightly damp from the shower. “Your brother… What is his name? Chris?”

“Christoph,” Richard answered, yawning demonstratively. He didn’t want to talk about this. He tried to hide his nervousness; he moved closer to Till, stretched out his neck and kissed his eyelids. “Sleep now. I am dead tired,” he whispered.

“How come he just enters in your room?” Till still had some unresolved issues. “He could at least have knocked. It’s the middle of the night and he knew that we… you know….” He was talking on this soft tone that didn’t show any trace of anger.

“He did knock,” Richard whispered. Till gave him this thoughtful look; he stretched out his index finger and started tracing with it along the shape of his eyebrows, over his nose, down to the lips.

“He won’t do it again.” Richard spoke again. “I’ll talk to him. Now, close your eyes and sleep. My parents’ parties are always boring and tiring, you’ll need all your strength.”

He opened his mouth and bit Till’s finger.

“Ouch!”

Till cursed under his breath, and pinched Richard’s ass pretty roughly. Richard fidgeted in the bed, making Till laugh quietly. Then, their lips found each other in a deep and wet kiss. Their tongues played with each other lazily, slowly, without the passion of the previous hours, but still so exciting. Till moaned breathless in Richard’s mouth and detached from the kiss.

“I think we’ll never get to sleep like this,” he said sitting up in the bed. He remained sat, staring at an inexistent dot in front of him, as Richard’s hand started caressing his lower back. Then Till laughed softly, and laid back on the bed. “There is an eighth mortal sin and it has your name, Richard,” he whispered while staring at the ceiling listening to Richard bursting into that warm laughter of his.

Till felt Richard moving in the bed, so he turned his head to see what was going on. Richard retreated to the edge of his side of the bed: “Ok. Then you take right and I take left,” he said and smiled.

Till looked at him, and draw a forced smile. He stretched out his hand and caressed Richard’s hair.

“I’m afraid,” he whispered. “Everything is too perfect.”

“No one will hurt you.” Richard replied on a very self-confident tone. “I’ll protect you. No man other than myself will ever lay his hand on you, my heart.” He moved closer to Till, and started caressing his hair too, brushing it off his forehead. “I love you,” he added blatantly.

“Again...” Till sighed, taking Richard’s hand and pressing it against his face.

“I love you,” Richard murmured, and Till closed his eyes.

Ok, it was only a matter of perception whether to consider this situation as heaven or hell. In this moment it was heaven – Richard and him, together in bed, free, no more pain, no more loneliness, no thoughts of the past. But Till knew too well that hell had opened its gates, patient, waiting for the right moment, Satan watching him closely. He could feel his gaze following his every move.

“I love you too,” he whispered softly, but Richard was already asleep, his hand still on Till’s face.

*

Christoph clenched his teeth. Oh, God! It hurt so much it broke his heart. There was this image that flickered through his mind like a ghost from hell - Richard in bed with that man, his flushed cheeks, his darkened with lust eyes, the slick wet with sweat hair, the rumpled sheets, pink bed sheets…

The latest hours had been a torture for him. Paul had been playing chess with his father. Christoph didn’t want to disturb them so he retreated in the study room. He wanted to read. But the moment he opened a book and threw a glance over the printed white page, he knew that it was impossible for him to sit there, doing nothing. Another image replaced the first one, in his mind – Till, blindfolded, knelt in front of his brother, Richard. He would have given everything to be in his place, to kneel before Richard, read each of his desires in his eyes, those beautiful blue eyes…

Christoph gulped and climbed the stairs to Richard’s room. For four hours he’d been pacing restless around the house. And now he couldn’t refrain himself. He stood in front of the door breathless.

He listened attentively.

Nothing.

His fingers touched the cold metal of the doorknob, and then his palm molded over its rounded shape.

What was he supposed to say?

His hand turned slowly the doorknob.

Christoph searched his mind desperately. Oh, OK, the party in the evening.

He knocked when the door was already opening – Till was about to learn who had claims here before him.

Why did he do it? Why did he torture himself like this?

He looked directly in Richard’s eyes and read panic in them. Christoph smiled. Richard was afraid, afraid that they might betray themselves in front of Richard’s new lover. But they would be careful and not tell anybody. It was their secret, something that belonged only to the two of them.

Richard and Till looked beautiful, lying there, naked, together. Like two angels, just disturbed from a love game. Their cheeks were flushed by passion. In the dim light, their skin glowed as if covered by liquid bronze; they seemed like from another world.

Christoph walked to them and sat on the edge of the bed, not even daring to breathe.

Oh, God! What would he give to lay by them? Naked. Richard’s hands on his body. Till beside them, his hands cuffed by the bedpost. Watching them. He would let Richard fuck him, and Till would just smile at that… Oh, yes.

Christoph had to get out of there fast. He said what he had to announce about the party, tried to appear as cool as possible, and then go. He had to turn at the door again, just to see Richard once more - his lips red and swollen by all those kisses, his eyes… Shit!

Once he got out of the room, Christoph rested his forehead against the closed door and breathed deeply.

Ok, Paul must have been asleep already. He was going to wake him. And Paul would be willing and obliging. He always was.

*

Rain.

The soft tapping of raindrops against the windows.

Till woke up covered in sweat. He stretched out his hand and felt the left side of the bed. It was empty.

The rain made him nervous. It seemed that there was no more sunshine in his life. Only rain, every day, every night. No wonder he had nightmares each time he slept.

Till looked around the room. In the misty light of a gray morning he couldn’t recognize anything. Everything in here was black and reminded him of his house. Or the place that used to be his home for so long. The only light thing was the bed. Pink bed sheets. Till smiled and sat upright. He rubbed his eyes sleepily and sat on the edge of the bed. Where was Richard?

As if he would have read his thoughts, the door opened in that moment and Richard came in; he was bright as the sunshine and he balanced a huge tray in his hands. He had a dark red rose between his blindingly white teeth. He kicked the door closed.

Till was looking at him in awe, speechless.

Richard put the tray on a table and brought it near the bed, but kept the rose between his teeth.

“You’re… unbelievable.” Till managed to whisper, taking the rose from between Richard teeth.

“I am Richard. The eighth mortal sin,” the other man replied, and pushed Till back in the pillows. He leaned over him, and kissed him slowly and tenderly on the lips.

“You smell like rain,” Till murmured and grabbed the collar of Richard’s shirt, pulling him closer.

“I was in the garden, to get the rose. It’s raining outside.” Richard laid on Till’s chest and looked in his eyes. “How are you feeling this morning?” He asked softly.

“You’re here with me, we are together…” Till replied, collecting few rain drops from Richard’s hair.

“I will introduce you to my parents. Then, in the evening, when my father’s friend will be here, we should be able to get away from there after they make the introductions. It’s enough to make an appearance. Just be there, at least at the beginning of the whole thing.”

Richard took Till’s hand, and said as he was kissing his fingertips: “I’ll never let you go, Till. You have to know that.”

Till could sense something like a shiver in his voice. He lifted his head and tried to look into Richard’s eyes.

“What is it?” Till asked and lifted Richard’s chin with a finger, but this one avoided his glance. “Hey, come on… What is it?” He caressed Richard’s face. Raindrops? Tears?

“It would be too good to go on like this. I am afraid not to lose you again, Till.”

Richard jumped to his feet and turned his face so Till couldn’t see him. Damn. Why was he so emotional?

“You will not lose me,” Till said trying to make his voice sound very assuring, wanting not to betray his own fear. “We’ll remain together. Don’t worry.”

But his fear was growing stronger by the minute.

“Your father?” Richard looked at him frightened. His blue eyes were clouded with tears.

“He won’t find me.”

Till pulled a forced smile.

“And when he will…?”

“I’ll think of something. Don’t worry about it.” He said, standing up. Then, on a changed tone: “Let’s eat now. I am hungry like a bear.”

“Till?”

“Yes.”

“You have a wonderful ass.”

“Ok, I like this topic better.”

Till smiled and took Richard’s hand, pulling him up from the bed.
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