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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) 3/28
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 3

The hot water brought some life back in Richard’s body and, after twenty minutes, he felt his headache was more bearable. Reluctantly, he looked at the clothes; he couldn’t wear his shorts anymore so there was nothing to do but listen to Till’s order. Hesitatingly he grabbed the pants. It seemed to be an expensive pair, but nothing there seemed to be cheap. He put on the shirt, then pants and stood up, unsure, looking at his feet. He had to go barefoot.

He reached for the doorknob, and just when his fingertips touched it, the door got opened from the other side. Richard almost yelped in surprise. Till was standing in front of him. And very close too.

“I wanted to see if you’ve finished your beauty ritual. As I can see, the clothes fit you. This is good. My guests will like you.”

Till’s icy-blue eyes were scanning him. In other circumstances, Richard would have liked to get lost in these eyes, but now he was afraid. He couldn’t read any feelings in them.

“Let me go and I’ll forget everything.” Richard tried to settle things diplomatically. “You haven’t done me any harm and I thank you for the last three days.”

The only answer he got was a tired smile from Till.

“I have already promised something my guests, and I always keep my word. Well, most of the time, at least.” Till whispered softly in his ear. “I haven’t promised you anything, have I, Richard? But I am going to do it now. I promise you than in a few hours you’ll wish you’ve never been born.”

Richard felt the soft touch of Till’s lips over his temple. He stepped back, disgusted.

“Don’t touch me, you fucking freak!” Richard spat through his teeth, making Till laugh with his husky, quiet laughter.

“Oh, don’t tell me you never did the nasty with another guy!” Till mocked him. “Well, don’t worry, you will learn to love me, Richard.”

“Fuck off!” Richard snapped, but Till grabbed his wrist, and started walking with big steps, forcing Richard to follow him out of the bathroom, back through the black bedroom and out of it, through a long hallway.

Richard could see now that they were in some sort of villa, where classical furniture and decorations were mixed with latest technology gadgets and devices. Surveillance cameras were following each step and movement. Not much chances to get unnoticed, not to mention to try to escape!

Till’s fingers were squeezing his wrist, and Richard stumbled behind him climbing down the stairs. They stopped in a dinning room, where a long table was set.

“I’m not hungry!” Richard grumbled, snatching his hand from Till’s grasp.

He didn’t know actually whether he was hungry or not; he was more annoyed, yet intrigued by all these that have been happening to him. And, most of all, he wanted out of this lunatic’s house.

“All this isn’t for you, as a matter of fact,” Till announced on a flat tone, as he put his hands on Richard’s shoulders and pushed him gently to take a seat on one of the chairs. “I have something else for you,” he added, but Richard’s attention was at the warm touch of those big and heavy palms, and at the reaction of his own body at that specific touch.

“Oh, my God!” Richard rather whispered than pronounced, feeling suddenly overwhelmed by everything. He propped his elbows on the table and hid his face in his hands.

“Yeah, so they call me,” he heard Till’s flat comment, followed by his cynical laughter.

“Who the fuck are you? Count fucking Dracula? What’s with all this black shit?” Richard exploded. But he was too drained to fully feel the anger, he felt too exhausted to fight. Instead, his head was throbbing, he could feel beads of cold sweat running down his neck, as he hid his hands under the table, clasping them one onto the other, not to reveal that slight tremor.

“Worse,” mumbled Till was he appeared to search for something in one of the cupboards.

Richard glance slid along Till’s frame – incredibly thick and muscled arms, broad shoulders, enhanced by the black, sleeveless t-shirt. As Till turned, Richard’s gaze got stuck upon that rebellious fringe that was always falling into Till’s eyes, with all his efforts to push the strands of hair away – that reflex gesture of running his fingers through those silky, black strands.

Till found what he was looking for – that silvery box. Richard watched him in silence, as the other man was putting the box on the table, and the he was taking a seat near him. Till opened the box, and took out the syringe, and all the other paraphernalia.

All that couldn’t make Richard take his gaze off Till’s face though; he was watching the mine of absolute concentration of the bigger man as he was focused on preparing the dose. For whatever reason, Richard didn’t even get alarmed that Till might put the wrong proportions; his glare was like glued to the perfect shape of the other man’s mouth. Those thick lips…

“Do you like what you see?”

That husky voice pulled Richard from his state. Till was fixing him with his blue glare. Richard tugged at the flesh of his own forearms; in a futile attempt to stop the shivering that was getting worse by the second.

The pain in his joints…

Till stood up and got even closer to Richard. This one didn’t even commented as Till took his arm in his hands, tied the rubber, searched for the vein and then pierced the skin with the needle.

Through the heavy layers of cotton that seemed to press his head, Richard could hear Till’s words: “You don’t have to thank me, Richard. Leave it for later. First I want you to be well.”

Then that quiet laughter. The rain was resounding louder and louder in his ears. Soft voices. The sound of the wind through the trees outside the window.

tbc
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