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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) 25/28
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 25

When he got the first glimpse of the house, Richard felt instinctively a twitch in his stomach. The closer the limousine was getting to the villa, the more every fiber in him screamed to run, run far, far away. But he kept motionless, rigid and tensed, fighting with himself to appear relaxed and casual. He felt a warm hand reassuringly petting his own palm placed on his knee. He looked startled – his frozen glare was welcomed by Christoph’s smile.

Bits of conversation were swirling through his mind – this voice, his father’s voice: “You should realize what you're getting yourself into. And us, your family. This will affect us, as a family, and our business. But you're my son, and I love you, and I will help you, with all my strength and resources. I don't ask for anything in return, except for you to start doing something with your life.”

The car stopped. Richard swallowed this lump in his throat. Something in the back of his mind begged: “Let’s go back, let’s do all this tomorrow!”

His father got out of the limo, then Christoph, and then Richard himself. Once he got out he inhaled deeply the cool afternoon air, filled with the scent of wet leaves. He drew a forced smile as he noticed his brother looking at him. Richard hadn’t seen the house from outside until that day, but only the fact that he knew what was going on inside, especially in those rooms in the basement, only the fact that he knew that that was the place, gave him this feeling as if he had a ball of ice burning his insides. At least he wasn’t shaking or anything like that, he thought and felt some sort of relief when realizing that.

Richard followed his father and his brother inside the house. Here he found out that there was a real cocktail party going on, but not the sort that had been taking place when he was there the previous time. They were introduced into the large salon he knew too well, that now was crowded with guests, but not the sort of guests Richard saw when he was there for the first time.

They mingled among the guests, since many of them were acquaintances of their father’s, but they stayed together. Richard looked at his brother, as he was tensed like a spring stretched to maximum; Christoph seemed to be pumped up with adrenaline. Concerned, Richard was scanning the faces of the people present there – he was searching for a certain someone. Till.

Instead, Till’s father came and greeted their father and the two brothers. The two older men started a conversation of convenience, but when he got the opportunity, Christoph jumped into the conversation and turned it in such manner to get to the vital question: “Where is Till? He isn’t attending the party?”

Richard felt as if he had a knot in his throat not allowing him to speak. He couldn’t even focus upon what was going on right near him, it was as if this haze surrounded his head, and everything was like a film rolling too fast in front of his eyes. At one point he spotted Till, and not too far away from him, Gert. And that fist clenched over his guts tightened its iron grip even more, the dizziness got even worse. He remained there, standing on the spot, observing each and every move Till made.

Richard wanted to go there and talk to him right in that very moment, actually, but it was as if his feet were glued to the floor. He watched how Gert, even if he wasn’t getting too close to Till, was observing very attentively each and every gesture of this one. This made him think that Gert was behaving as if Till was this very precious gem he’d taken out of the safe to show around, just for this evening, and now he was watching how it was handled, not to be damaged, not to be stolen.

“Sick fuck!” Richard whispered.

“What is it?” His father asked.

Richard looked at him and at Christoph as if he just woke up from a bad dream. Till’s father wasn’t anywhere in sight.

“I have to get out of here,” Richard murmured, heading to the exit without waiting for his brother, who followed him.

Once outside, Richard inhaled deeply the cool, sharp air, feeling the dizziness dissipating. He lit himself a cig and dragged the first smoke.

“Richard?”

He twisted his head, pissed off, ready to …

“Till,” the whisper escaped his lips even before he fully comprehended the situation.

The other man remained still, in front of him, as if stopped by an invisible wall. Richard saw his brother approaching them and then, Gert.

“Listen, Till, we have to…” Richard started to talk fast, while stepping closer to him and reached out his arms to touch him, as if to assure himself that he wasn’t hallucinating, but Till stepped back, avoiding being touched.

Richard froze on the spot, startled. He felt as if something broke inside him. Then this turmoil started in his guts, his anger, warming his blood.

“Richard,” Till started calmly. “Please don’t come here anymore.”

Richard frowned. Say what?

Christoph was already near him – Gert, still a few steps away.

“Stay away from me,” Till added. “I’m with Gert now. Leave this place and go on with your life. You don’t need me, I wouldn’t do you anything good.”

“Are you out of your fucking mind, Till?”

Christoph was by his side, ready. Gert had only one more step.

“No, Richard,” Till shook his head. “I want you to live long happy years.”

“You have to leave this shit hole!” Richard growled, feeling his blood boiling inside him; the fuse was almost all burnt.

“It’s the only place I can be,” Till replied.

“Why?” Richard exploded. “Because these old, sick fucks keep you prisoner here?” He shouted and right when Gert got by Till’s side, Richard’s arm flew straight to his face – he didn’t even feel the impact, he only heard the sound, that horrible sound of crunching bones. The he saw Gert losing balance and falling down to the ground, followed by millions of red specks – his blood.

Richard realized what he did only when he heard his brother’s whisper: “Oh, fuck!” Then, he discovered, surprised, that Till’s father was there too, as if he’d appeared from nowhere, as well as one of the guards, both helping Gert to stand. His and Christoph’s father was there, as well.

“You say all that because they are forcing you to, aren’t they?” Richard asked.

“It’s for your own good,” Till answered, turning to face his father, Gert and the guard, blocking them with his body from reaching Richard. “Now, go home and forget about me.”

Richard looked at him and sneered.

“Forget? What’s been done to me, here?”

“Listen…” Till started, but Gert pushed him aside.

“Don’t worry, they won’t make it home,” he spat and tried to grab Richard.

But he was stopped in the middle of the action by this hand like made of steel that clutched over his throat, starting to strangle him. Till brought him closer, as he emitted a guttural growl: “You touch them and you’re dead!”

Till squeezed his grip over his throat.

“Let him go!” Till’s father ordered him.

“Now, don’t kill him,” Christoph pleaded too.

Till threw a full of hatred look toward his father. Gert put his hands over his, trying to unclasp Till’s fingers off his neck, but all his struggles were in vain. Till was way stronger, and taller, and about to choke him.

“I was promised 15 minutes with him,” Till said on a low voice. “15 minutes alone. I wasn’t given even that. So, I’ll take as much time as I think I need.”

Till’s father smirked spitefully.

“Be careful, your guests might see what’s going on here,” Till snapped at him. “If you care about your reputation, you’ll let us go.”

“No!” Gert managed to growl.

But Till’s father grinned.

“Go ahead,” he said. “Take the night off. Spend it with your little junkie friend.”

Till released Gert’s throat. Gert fell again on the ground.

“No!” He shouted, desperately, jumping to his feet.

“Don’t worry, he’ll be back soon.” Till’s father laughed cynically. “This is his home, this is his place that he belongs to.”

“Don’t be so sure!” Richard riposted.

“He likes it here,” Gert interfered.

“I know a lot of people who will love to hear about what’s going on here,” Christoph intervened too. “So, you should all behave nicely and let us go. Till will decide by himself where and with whom he wants to be. He’s not an idiot. Come, let’s go!”

But Till remained motionless between the two small groups. Richard turned, looked at him with an inquiring glance, as Till’s father was watching his son, relaxed, with his arms folded over his chest. With an imperceptible gesture of the head he stopped the guard’s attempt to go and grab Till.

“Till?” Richard whispered.

Till shook his head.

“They will always be after me,” he replied on a low and sad tone. “They’ll destroy you and your family.”

“And how do you think I’ll be without you?”

Till looked back at his father. All that self-confidence, that arrogance – why did he have to crush him like that, to taint him, to destroy everything inside him? Why did he have to put this chain around his neck and play him around like a circus animal? A demented animal trainer that loved to torture and to witness the pain of those he was supposed to take care of.

Till looked at Richard. How to convince him that he was doing this just because he loved him? What words should he use to make him understand that there was no future for them, that it was too late, that he couldn’t be rescued like the princess from the dragon’s castle, that he was dead inside, that he was tainted and would ruin and destroy anything and anyone around him?

How to explain to Richard that he had this chain around his neck that his father would pull whenever he felt like it and make his son do whatever his wish was?

*

Paul looked around the room again and sighed. He threw the book aside and rolled over on the bed. He couldn’t believe his luck: he came back to tell Christoph that he wanted to be with him and that they’d work it out somehow, but Christoph was out with his brother and his father. Yet, he decided to stay and to wait in Christoph’s room.

Paul didn’t actually reach any conclusion and couldn’t make another decision except that he felt so bad without Christoph, and if Christoph went to find himself a lover, it meant that he realized that such a relationship with his own brother wasn’t all right. Paul was aware that he might not stand many chances against Richard, but he didn’t want to give up without a fight.

Paul didn’t tell anyone about this, because he already could hear all those voices telling him to walk away and not even look back. He considered that he couldn’t just throw away what he had with Christoph; he considered that he himself deserved a chance: Christoph would have to choose and stick to his decision. He didn’t even call to announce that he was coming. That’s what he was here for now: to ask him, to get him to make his choice.

He stood up and went to the window. It had darkened outside already. Among the dark silhouettes of the trees he could see a white, wide snake coiling from the entrance of the house – the driveway. And on the driveway there was this silent, long and black creature with eyes casting bright yellow light in front of it – a limousine.

They were back.
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