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Regen (Rain)	By : maybebaby Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 2558 -:- 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) 26/28
Author: akasha6
Beta and co-writer: MrNaked
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 MrNaked for the wonderful job he did as a beta and co-writer and to lisa_thecat for the translation.

Chapter 26

Instead of that explosion of happiness, all those embraces and kisses of being reunited, just this icy cold silence. Richard’s heart felt like a frozen stone. Till wasn’t even looking at him. He was sitting motionless, with his temple rested on the window of the car, his eyes looking outside in the darkness.

That silence and motionlessness were unbearable for Richard. He was feeling the urge to shake him, to make him snap out of that state. But he didn’t dare to. He didn’t even dare to touch him, and, oh, how much he wanted to touch him, to feel him, to make sure that he was finally back with him!

But no, what if it were all true? What if Till’s father was right – that Till would want to go back? And judging by the way he behaved, that’s what he probably wanted. Why? Did he really enjoy all that? He had to ask him that. He had to know.

They would talk once they got home, Richard was repeating to himself. Till must have been shaken by all that happened, just like him. Why did Till say he was promised 15 minutes with him?

Richard felt exhausted but his brain was working on hyper-speed, all those questions swirling through his mind, all those images of the latest happenings being played through his mind, on and on. The drive back home seemed endless.

When he saw the silhouette of their house appearing through the darkness, among the dark shapes of the trees, Richard felt this spear of ice going slowly through his heart. The moment when he would ask Till all those questions was getting closer by the minute. What if he didn’t like the answers he’d get?

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Neither of them talked on the way back; when they arrived they got out of the limo without saying anything. In the house they were met by Christoph’s and Richard’s mother. Till watched the whole scene from his spot, one or two steps away from them.

There was this stillness inside his soul, as if all his insides were made of cold stone that didn’t allow him to enjoy these moments. He couldn’t stop wondering how long they had, actually; how long would they let him stay there before they’d come to get him back? He had to prevent that; he had to go back there before his father would send his men.

Till followed Richard into his room. He took the seat he was invited to take, and watched Richard bringing in champagne and glasses. His paralyzed by fear soul didn’t feel like celebrating though.

“I will have to go back,” Till said on a low voice when Richard handed him his glass, and looked into the other man’s blue eyes.

Richard sat near him.

“Are you that scared of them, Till?”

“I know them,” Till replied.

“But you’ll be safe here, and they’ll go down the drain,” Richard said. Till shook his head, though. “I know he’s your father, but they can’t just get away with it. They treated you like that, Till. They…”

“It’s not about that.”

“Then?”

Till put the glass aside and stood up. He took a few steps and stopped in front of the window. He crossed his arms over his chest, and looked through the ocean of darkness outside the window. A few seconds later he heard Richard moving; he walked toward him and embraced his torso with strong and warm arms. Richard leaned his head and rested his cheek on Till’s shoulder.

“What should I say or do so you won’t leave, Till?” he asked, whispering. But Till didn’t answer, so he continued: “Do you want to go back just to protect me and my family, or because you want to be there? Because you love Gert and all that shit your father is putting you through?”

Richard caressed Till’s thick arms and placed a kiss on his neck.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Till whispered.

“Then, you tell me,” Richard replied, kissing the back of his head. “Because I’m not scared of your father or Gert, we can protect ourselves here against whatever they might try. You’re not protecting me, if you leave, you’ll just destroy me, Till. I do love you and I need you…”

“What the fuck do you need me for?” Till exploded and pushed him away. “Don’t you get it? I’m of no good to you; I’ll destroy you and your family. What the fuck do you love me for?”

He grabbed Richard’s hand, dragged him to the bed and pushed him on the mattress.

“What do you think you’ll do to me that hasn’t been done before, Till?” Richard asked looking up toward him. “Fuck me rough, thinking that I’ll hate you for that?”

Till clenched his jaws.

“I want you to stay with me, Till,” Richard added. “But with only one condition.”

He leaned better on the bed, put his hands under his head and looked at the man standing at the foot of the bed.

“Stay with me only if you love me, too.”

Till didn‘t answer but started to unbutton his shirt.

“What are you doing?”

“What I’ve been brought here for.”

“Till, I didn’t bring you here to make you my bitch or something. I need you. I know you, and …”

“No, you don’t know me,” Till muttered. “Take off your clothes!”

“Why? What kind of monster do you think you are? Do you think that if they did that to you, you deserved it? No, Till, no one deserves that crap!”

“I dragged you from the streets, and it’s me who brought you there, to that house,” Till muttered and took his shirt off. “That’s the kind of monster I am.”

Richard’s eyes seized Till’s bare torso, bruised and marked.

“I haven’t taken one single dose since I was released from your house,” he whispered. “Not even at my worst. And you know why? Because of you. Because I knew how you protected me and tried to help me when I was there. Because I knew I had to be clean when I got you out of that place.”

“You’re mistaken!”

Richard jumped off the bed and stood right in front of him.

“Am I?” he whispered, his lips brushing Till’s lips.

Till didn’t answer; he opened his mouth and grabbed Richard’s lips between his. He wrapped his arms around Richard’s body, as he kissed him roughly, making him feel like he was choking. But Richard answered his kiss, and when Till freed him from the embrace he even helped the other man to undress him, with rushed movements.

“Turn around!” Till said and turned Richard, then pushed into the back of his knees, and he knelt on the bed.

Till took Richard’s belt; he grabbed and placed his hands behind him. With skilled movements, he looped the belt over Richard’s wrists, and pulled it hard, to make sure it was fixed. Then he bent Richard on the bed, and parted his legs.

“Do you think I’ll hate you because you play the rough one with me now?” Richard said, but Till didn’t answer. He took his pants off, lubed himself and Richard, and then placed himself between Richard’s legs. With one, rough thrust he entered him.

“I know you like it this way,” he said, grabbing his hips.

“No, I don’t!”

Till started to fuck him fast and rough.

“No, I don’t!” Richard raised his voice. “You’re fucking hurting me!”

Till stopped.

He pulled out.

He freed Richard’s hands.

Till took his glass filled with champagne, emptied in one gulp and poured himself another, then he sat on the bed. He rested his elbow on his leg, and his forehead on his palm, avoiding looking at Richard.

Then, this soft kiss on his shoulder made him turn his head. Richard moved closer to him, and kissed his lips timidly. He took the glass from Till’s hand and placed it on the floor.

“I still want you,” Richard whispered, embracing him and kissing Till’s lips more passionately.

Till received him in his arms, kissing him just as avidly.

“I still want you in me,” Richard added, and both men lay on the bed.

Till didn’t answer him, but continued kissing along his neck, moving down his chest to his abdomen. With gentle movements he rolled Richard onto his stomach, kissing his thighs, then his buttocks, and moving up along his spine. Till kept kissing him, his shoulder blades and the back of his neck, as he parted his legs, placing himself better between them. He bit Richard’s earlobe and then suckled at it, while he lubed himself and Richard. With gentle movements he entered him, sensing the other man writhing under him.

Richard moaned languorously, as Till started to thrust inside him, the slight pain becoming pleasure. Till kissed and suckled the skin on the back of his neck; Richard turned his head, but Till could kiss only his temple and his cheek. He heard Richard moaning a bit louder as he pushed himself more onto his cock; Richard was rubbing himself against the mattress as Till continued to thrust inside him.

Soon Richard came, biting hard on the back of Till’s hand, and not much longer after him, Till came too. He pulled out from him, but both men remained lying in bed, embraced, sweaty, breathing harshly, and listening to each other’s hearts pounding like mad. Without saying anything Richard cuddled against Till’s chest, and Till received him with lazy movements, between his arms.

Richard thought that he was too exhausted for anything, even for saying that someone should turn off the lights. He also thought that he should go to take a shower. Just five more minutes…

“I do love you, you know,” he heard Till’s raspy voice.
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