Adult-FanFiction.org : Celebrity

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.

Chapter List
- 22
- 23
- 24
Title: Regen (Rain) 23/28
Author: akasha6 (This particular chapter has been written entirely by Mr Naked)
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 23

Big houses are like immense and misunderstood creatures. If you lay in bed, in the middle of the night, when everyone else is asleep, you can hear the houses themselves, beyond the lulling drumming of the rain – all those small sounds, the wood, the walls, the echoes, steps on the hallways, ticking of clocks.

Christoph squeezed his eyelids and inhaled deeply. He was lying across his huge bed, on his stomach, resting his forehead on his arm. There was only one night lamp turned on, casting a warm, dim and diffuse yellow light in the large room. He was alone, alone with the rain and his thoughts.

Paul was gone, gone to his place in the city. Christoph realized fully what those words meant “I’m going to lose you,” that Paul told him. Maybe now that he knew, Paul felt like he couldn’t be with him anymore; maybe he was sickening him, the mere sight of him was making Paul feel like his guts were turning upside down, knowing that this man had been sleeping with his own brother. Maybe that’s what he left for: to find out whether he could go on being Christoph's lover or not.

Now, though, Christoph knew that he wanted him back.

He ran his fingers through his hair. Then, he stopped in the middle of the gesture. He wasn’t alone in his bedroom anymore. But he didn’t need to turn to see who was there. Christoph had like this sixth sense when it came to him, and he could almost see himself through his brother’s eyes – his long slim body, lying on his abdomen across the bed, the dim glow of the skin of his bare torso, all that cortege of shadows and shapes profiled by the muscles on his back at the slightest move he made.

“Richard,” he whispered, turning and looking across the room, at the door where his brother stood.

Christoph got down off the bed and walked toward him, slowly, as if his brother was this bird or apparition that would get scared and disappear at any sudden movement.

“Richard,” Christoph repeated once standing in front of his brother. He felt his heart cringe – that skinny man, unshaved, with longish, unruly hair, stained and stinking clothes that hung on him like on a pole, but the worst was that look in his eyes. A mad man!

He stretched out his hand and caressed Richard’s face with the back of his fingers, barely touching him. His brother didn’t push him away, just looked at him with those eyes, bloodshot because of so much crying. Christoph embraced him and pulled him to his chest, squeezing him in his arms.

“Let me help you, Richard,” he whispered in his ear. “Let me take care of you.”

His brother didn’t answer, but Christoph felt his dry lips placing a kiss on the side of his neck, and Richard’s hands clinging to his back. Christoph squeezed him in his arms and rested his cheek on Richard’s head. The mourning was over. It had to be.

“Sheesh, man, you stink!” Christoph whispered, closing his eyes and listening to the rain outside.

He felt Richard trembling in his arms, then he heard him laughing quietly, but warmly. That was good, that he still could laugh.

“We need to talk,” came Richard’s muffled voice.

“You bet we do!” Christoph replied, unfolding his arms, taking his brother’s hand and making him walk to the bed.

“I have to find him. To bring him back,” Richard murmured.

“Not when you stink like that,” Christoph answered pointing to the bed, and his brother took a seat. “You look like shit, do you think you’d win his heart if you go like this?”

“I’m not joking, Christoph,” Richard said on a weak voice.

“I know,” his brother replied, becoming serious. “Let me take care of you,” he whispered.

Richard ran his fingers through his messy hair and looked upward, at his brother.

Christoph folded his arms over his chest and looked back, worried at Richard.

“Dad is going to visit that place the day after tomorrow,” he announced on a stern voice.

Richard was too exhausted to even react. He only stared at Christoph, motionless, expressionless.

“He has to return the visit Till’s father paid us back then. It is set for the day after tomorrow.”

Richard closed his eyes and remained like that for a second. His lips were moving as if he was repeating to himself what he had just heard. Then, he lowered his head, propping his chin on his chest.

Christoph wanted to kneel in front of him, to take him in his arms, to give him comfort and peace and…

“I have to go there. I have to see him,” Richard’s voice resounded louder, but very dark, almost sinister. “He has to tell it to my face that he doesn’t want me. I have to do this.”

Christoph stepped closer to him, stretched out his hand and caressed his brother’s hair.

“You can talk to dad,” he said.

Richard inhaled loudly, then embraced Christoph’s waist, pulling him even closer, and rested his head on his abdomen. Christoph continued to run his fingers through his hair.

“Tell him only what’s strictly necessary,” he added, whispering. “Tell him what kind of business his ‘friend’ runs, and how they dragged you into that house…”

Richard squeezed his eyelids, and placed a small kiss on the bare skin of Christoph’s abdomen.

“He will understand.”

Christoph felt Richard’s head moving, as if he was caressing his abdomen with his face.

“My older and wiser brother,” he heard Richard’s whisper. “I missed you.”

Both men remained like that, embraced, motionless, without speaking anymore for a few good minutes. Richard was so still that, at one point, Christoph thought he’d fallen asleep like that.

“I need to shower. And to shave,” Richard’s whisper let him know that he was still awake.

Christoph helped him to stand up, and followed him into the bathroom. He turned on the water, then started to take off his t-shirt, while Richard was undoing his jeans. Then, when Richard stepped into the shower, under the hot spray of water, he got in with him too. He held Richard’s head under the water, ruffling his hair to soak it better; he poured shower gel on his palms and started to spread it all over his brother’s body, kissing him in the process, here and there.

Richard turned to face him, and pushed his hands aside. Then, he put his arms around his neck and forced him to bring his face closer to his. Richard started kissing his lips; Christoph opened his mouth, welcoming that kiss, feeling the other man rubbing his body against his own.

Richard detached his lips from Christoph’s and started to kiss along his neck; he bit shortly his earlobe, and then suckled a bit on it.

“You’re still my brother,” Richard whispered. “You’re still my beautiful lover, and I still love you.”

“I surely hope so,” Christoph replied as his hand ran over Richard’s back, down over his ass, moving to the hip, and then lower, to feel his hardening cock.

His brother didn’t reply, he started kissing his mouth again, hungrily, like it would be the last time he’d do that, ever. Christoph answered his kiss, as he embraced him, and pinned him with his back against the wall, as he was rubbing his thigh against Richard’s erect cock. He continued kissing him down his neck, then his collarbone and then over his chest. Richard moaned, resting his back against the shower’s wall; he ran his fingers through Christoph’s hair as he was kissing his abdomen. He licked along Richard’s shaft, making him moan again.

“I want you,” Christoph whispered looking up into his brother’s eyes.

Richard ruffled his hair gently.

“Not here, in your bed,” he murmured. “But, first, finish what you’ve started.”

Christoph laughed and kissed his thigh. Then he took Richard’s cock in his mouth and started sucking it, as his hands caressed his hips and abdomen. Richard came soon, moaning a bit too loud, but that amused Christoph. He stood up, kissed Richard again and then continued washing, shaving, scrubbing, kissing, touching him…

When he finished, he didn’t even dry him off completely; Christoph took Richard to his bed, and laid him there, as he kept kissing and caressing his lips and his body. He stretched out a hand, and reached for the nightstand, searching for the lube, but he didn’t interrupt from kissing, suckling and licking his brother’s lips and his skin, still damp and covered here and there by droplets of water glistening in the dim light. Christoph didn’t stop even while preparing Richard and himself, as if he feared that if he detached from his brother’s body, he would disappear for good.

Christoph entered him slowly; Richard whispered his name and clung onto his body, and he started thrusting into him. He realized how he missed that, his brother’s thighs rubbing gently over the sides of his body, the way he would stretch his body, emitting those guttural, half suppressed moans, the way his tightness felt around his cock. He was also thinking that it might be the last time he’d have his brother like that, even if Richard didn’t get Till back, but because of Paul. If Paul decided he wanted to be with him again.

“What is it?” He heard Richard’s whisper.

Christoph realized then that he had stopped.

“Nothing,” he murmured, leaning over his brother and kissing him. “Nothing, my love,” he added and started again to thrust into him, rougher and faster.
- 22
- 23
- 24
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Regen (Rain)