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Chronicles (Multi-chapter, serial slash fic)	By : Cyndiana Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1897 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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TITLE: Chronicles ep. 003
AUTHOR: Cyndiana
ARCHIVE: A Feather in the Blood
(http://groups.yahoo.com/group/afeatherintheblood)
RATING: NC-17 for graphic description of M/M sexuality
SYNOPSIS: Olli and Paul overcome the one obstacle standing in the way of their happiness.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This epi is set in the present-day. Told from various points of view. There is a bit of an homage to "Mein Frau" by Valis in here. ^^
DISCLAIMER: A work of fiction. Not a statement of fact in any way. Not for profit.

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OLLI'S POV-
He slides the severely spiked, ruby red stiletto onto my foot, over the fishnet stocking.
He fastens the buckle, then kisses my ankle.
He repeats the same ritual with my left foot.
He slides on lacy red panties over my hips, and finishes with a matching red lace bra.
He brushes out the copper colored, subtly waved wig that he wants me to wear tonight.
He eases it onto my head, and fluffs it out a bit.
I roll on to my back, taking my best pin-up girl pose.
He smiles, obviously happy with what he sees.
I know he's not seeing me, at all.
In this get-up, he can squint his eyes, and see Schneider laying here in my place.
It's this fetish that was ultimately the end of them.
Paul climbs atop me, sucking at my neck, purring deep in his throat as the aroma of my perfume pervades his nostrils.
He lifts the bra upward, sucking and biting softly at my nipples, and I call out, caressing his hair.
He reaches my abdomen, nuzzling his cheek there for a moment, sighing softly.
He eases the waistband of the panties down a bit, and begins to suck me.
His lips and tongue are most agile, and soon I am lost in sweet sensation, calling out his name.
Then, the formalities are over.
He rolls me onto my stomach, and after I feel the cold sting of lube I feel the sizzle of his burning cock inside me.
He is ruthless in his thrusts, and I bite the pillow as hard as I can manage, knowing he will be furious with me when he sees the red lipstick stains.
It doesn't take him long to finish, and he cums with little more fanfare than a small whimper and grunt.
When it's over, he rolls onto his side, and is asleep in record time.
I rise, throwing off my wifely garb and decide to shower.
It's like this every night we are together.
Every night since Schneider threw him out of their apartment. I was married at the time, and Paul appeared on our doorstep, looking thoroughly broken.
He stayed with us for a while, and one day, while my wife was out running errands, I was tending to the laundry.
Paul picked up a pair of her panties, holding them up to my waist. He joked about the fact that they'd fit me perfectly.
I blushed and giggled, taking them from him, prepared to toss them into the wash, but he merely shook his head, and kissed me.
Before I knew it, I had them on, and the string up the back of them was pulled aside, and Paul was fucking me using liquid detergent as lube…
A few months this sort of thing went on.
I'd steal my wife's lacy under things, Paul would fuck me while I wore them. It was strange, exhilarating, exciting.
It was, that is, until one day the wife caught me in a pair of her favorite panties and threw me out, demanding a divorce.
And she didn't even know the whole story.
Here I am, freshly divorced, living in a flat with Paul, and being used nightly in hopes of purging him of Schneider.
I doubt it will ever happen, but I hope…Hope is all I have.
I love Paul, God knows I do.
God knows all I want to do is heal him, so he can smile again.
But, his heart will never belong to me, and I know it.
Through his pleasure stained eyes I'll always be Schneider.
I can't live this way anymore.
After a shower, I pack a few things, leave Paul a note, and journey to the only person who can understand all this as well as I do.
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SCHNEIDER'S POV-
Richard and I had just capped off yet another marathon hump session. Since we both swore off "strange", we can hardly think clearly enough to do anything else! I had thrown on a robe, and went to the kitchen to get us some champagne when I heard the doorbell.
"Fucking hell, who could that be at this ungodly hour?" I asked no one in particular.
I opened the door enough to see dear, sweet Oliver looking like he just found out they shot Bambi's mother.
I just had to invite him in, even though I was a bit concerned he brought luggage with him.
"Olli, sweetheart! You look like death warmed over! Bring your ass in here!" I commanded, and he obeyed, giving me a soft smile.
Oh, this is bad…
"Schnei, I'm ready for another go if your sweet ass can take it!" Richard bellows from our bedroom.
"For fuck's sake, Richard, we have company!" I yell back.
"Well, ask them if they like to watch." he demands.
"You nympho son of a bitch, it's Olli, and I'm quite sure he's in no mood to be hearing this!" I scold.
Olli laughs softly to himself. Well, at least that cheered him up a bit.
I make some tea, and before long I hear Richard snoring like an old man.
After giving Olli his cup, made just how he likes it, I take to the couch.
"Now, what's got you so upset, Olli?"
"It's Paul…"
"That's all you have to say."
Olli laughs softly, sipping his tea.
"Well, is there something he did specifically, or do you just hate him for living?"
"He…well…I'll be blunt, Schnei…He's never gotten over you. In fact when he and I…"
Olli stopped to turn red as a baboon's ass.
"When you fuck, now go on?"
"Ja…He dresses me up…"
"Oh, he's still into that shit, hmm?" I muse, remembering back to when we were together.
"Ja…I feel like he's not making love to me at all. He's making love to you. He doesn't even say my name."
Olli spun his cup in his pretty little hands, and I could swear I saw him about to cry. "Oh hun, he didn't make love to me when we were together. He fucks his fetish, Engel. You aren't present, just a woman with a cock. I'm convinced he'd fuck a tree stump if it had panties on it."
Olli laughs softly, and I know I see a tear streaming its way down his cheek.
I embrace him, and my heart is just aching for him…He is so tender- hearted and would give you the moon and stars, even if it cost his life to give them to you.
And now, he's killing his soul for Paul's sake.
I'm not usually very generous with my living space. If I wasn't getting great sex out of Richard, he'd be out on his ass too, on the next flight back to Manhattan. But, I can't bear Olli being locked up in some hotel.
"Why don't you stay here for a few nights, Olli? Until you and Paul work things out?"
"Schnei, are you sure? I mean, wouldn't I get in the way?" Olli asked, eyes shimmering and innocent.
"Not at all! Richard and I can cool it for a while. Besides, you are my best friend, Ol. What else are friends for?"
He embraced me, kissing my cheek.
Richard was gonna kill me, I knew it.
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PAUL'S POV-
I wake up, rolling over to kiss Olli good morning.
But, I am met by a cold, empty expanse of mattress.
I sit up, alarmed.
Olli never wakes up this early.
I look to my right and see a note.
Oh God, please don't tell me…
Ja, he's gone.
"Dear Paulie- I've gone to Schneider's. I need time to think. This isn't working. I can't bear making love to someone who is thinking of someone else. I love you, but obviously, you don't feel for me as I do you. Give me a few days to clear my head, then we'll talk. OLLI" Oh God…I've lost another one.
I can't help what I am.
I can't help what turns me on…
I can't help that I miss Schneider so much.
I never wanted Olli to feel like he was an attempt at a replacement, but I suppose in a way, he was.
He was someone to hold Schneider's place in my bed.
I know exactly how he feels.
Schneider used me the same way.
I kept the bed warm until one night, I found Richard in it.
God, what have I done?
I shower and dress, grabbing my keys and braving mid-day traffic, on a course for Schneider's flat.
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OLLI'S POV-
I set my bags in Schneider's guest room.
I'd rather be at home, snuggled up to Paul, being softly kissed, and made love to…
…no costumes, no pretend, just Paul making love to me.
I gave up my wife, my life, and nearly my little girl for him.
So he could pretend I was someone else.
I change clothes, and venture into Schneider's sitting room, hoping some television would clear my head.
I hear talking, and suspect it's Schneider and Richard.
After listening more closely, I find it to be Schneider and PAUL…
I hide out, listening in to the conversation as it unfolds.
"Paul, I'm not going to just run and go fetch Olli for you! I'm not some fucking butler!"
"Please, Schnei? I need to talk to him."
"Sorry, Paul. Look, do him a favor and just go away. It's no skin off your ass, you don't love him, just like you didn't love me." "But, I did love you, Schneider…More than you'll ever know."
"Then why the fucking panties, and all that bullshit? Why couldn't you make love to ME?"
"Because, I…I…I wasn't ready to admit to myself that…"
"What, that you're a knob gobbler?"
Paul gasped softly, then continued.
"To put it crudely, ja. The panties help me stay connected to that fragile part of me that longs to remain in the hetero world." Paul says with a sigh.
"But you're not, Paul. At the end of the day, and no matter how you dress it up, it's still a man you're fucking…"
"I know that…"
"And it is all your fault that I have forsaken the breeder world and have been immersed in butt-fucking bliss…"
"Oh, you're going to blame ME for making you gay?"
"I'm not blaming you, Paul…I'm THANKING you. And I'm sure Olli would thank you, too. He sacrificed so much for you, do you know that? But, thanks to you, I know what I am, and can admit it to myself. And, thanks to you, Olli knows what he is, too. He learned his pseudo-straight life was a lie. Don't make him repay you by having to live in another lie, Paul."
"You're right, as usual…" Paul replied with a sigh.
"And, get over me…Really, Paul, I'm nothing but a big whore, you know that. And I've no plans to change that fact about myself in the near future. But Olli…Olli's got stars in his eyes for you. You'd better snatch him up before he realizes men are like a candy store, and no two dicks are the same. You tell him you love him while you are still his world."
"I plan on it…so, please, would you tell him I'm here?"
I rush back to my room, not wanting them to know I'd been listening in.
I just make it to the bed, when I hear a soft knock.
"Ja?"
"Olli, it's Schneider…Paul's here. Do you feel up to talking to him?"
"Ja, sure, send him in." I reply, straightening myself up as much as possible.
Paul opens the door, and slowly enters, looking very downtrodden.
"Ja?" I ask, trying to look as disdainful as possible. "Olli, I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you, Engel."
"Well, you did. Look, if you didn't love me, you should have just told me. Would've saved me a lot of heartache."
"I know, Olli, and I do love you. I'd have never made it after Schneider left me if not for you, and your love."
"Well, I couldn't help it. No matter what you did, you didn't deserve that…"
"I could say the same for you, Olli. I am so sorry. Never again will I ask you to…wear…you know…"
"Well, I might WANT to on occasion, but sometimes I want you to make love to ME…"
"Agreed." he said simply, crossing the distance between us, and kissing me softly.
He climbed atop me, sliding my shirt off.
"Paul? If Schneider catches us, he'll kill us…"
"Then, be quiet…" he giggles, sucking at my neck.
I grip his back, and smile.
The thought of driving Schneider into a big, red-faced hissy fit does seem EXTREMELY appealing.
It doesn't take long for our clothes to find their way to the floor, and Paul's lips to wander over every sensitive inch of my body.
"Mmmmmmmm…Paulie…" I whisper, softly as possible.
Paul looks in the bedside table, and sure enough, there is a tube of lube hidden to the back of the drawer.
He lubes two fingers, easing them into me.
As he works his fingers in and out of me, his lips suck and nibble on my nipples…
He places my legs over his shoulders, and slides into me, as I lay on my back, and our eyes meet.
My heart leaps as I hear him gasp with delight, and whisper softer than a breath, "Ohhhh, Olli…."
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SCHNEIDER'S POV-
My ear is pressed as firmly against the door as I can get it.
I feel a hand grip my shoulder and I jump 5 feet straight up.
"Richard!" I hiss, scared shitless.
"Are they talking it out?" he asked me, doe-eyed and stupid.
"You could say that…" I reply, laughing inside at my own joke.
"Well, that's good. Now Olli can go back home, and we can resume our activities already in progress." Richard says, sucking at my throat, grinding his eterna-rection against me.
"Let's go on to bed…I'm so tired, and I have to be up early to make Olli and Paul a hearty breakfast before they leave tomorrow."
"Ok, Schnei…Wait…To make breakfast for who?!" Richard asks, growing perturbed.
I'm already in our room.
Oh ja, Richard's gonna kill me…
DIE ENDE…Until episode 4!
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