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...and all the sinners, [are] saints!	By : runningnakedinthepark Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 2308 -:- 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
- 1-Hope I
- 2-Love (Chastity)
- 3-Anger
- 4-Jealousy
- 5-Sloth
- 6-Greed
- 7-Lust
- 8-Gluttony
- 9-Charity
- 10-Vanity
- 11-Hope II
- 5
- 6
- 7
V
Title: ...and all the sinners, [are] saints! (5/10)
Author: Mr. Naked
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Paul/Olli/Richard
Disclaimer: Get real, it's only a product of my intoxicated mind!
Summary: Greed
Archiving: Only with my express permission.

V – Greed

“But what’s confusing you
Is just the nature of my game”
- The Rolling Stones: “Sympathy For The Devil” -

“And whose Olli fucking with, then?” I asked Christoph in a casual tone.

“None of your business, Paul. Leave him alone! He has nothing to do with all this,” he replied, appearing absent minded. “Are you going to leave?”

“I have a hunch, Christoph, I only need it confirmed.” I clung onto him.

“Why?” Christoph wanted to know.

“I have to pay it back to Richard. You know it very well.”

“In the case, I think your assumption is correct, about Olli and Richard,” Christoph sighed loudly, rolling in his bed. “Now, I need to sleep.”

Now Olli is sitting there, with his elbows propped on his thighs, and his bald head between his palms. I walk over and take a seat near the quiet lanky man as I'm calculating my strategy for the approach. The idea of the shortest and most talkative guy getting laid with the tallest and the quietest of us always gave me a start of a hard-on.

If Richard and Till are allowed to sleep with everyone, why shouldn't I be too? And Olli is just a good start.

Actually, how come Christoph knows that much about all of us? I'll sort that out later. Now I have to... Should I get Olli drunk and try to pull it all out from him or should I...?

Something like an iron strong claw clutches on the back of my throat, squeezing me breathless.
Someone's cheek is pressing near my face, as his fingers tighten their grip over my neck.

“You stay away from him!” Richard mutters in my ear. “You keep your hands off him, you little shit!”

I squint, helpless, at Olli's brown gentle eyes as he's witnessing the whole scene without seeming to want to make any attempt to interfere.

Richard's breath against my skin feels as hot as that fire we spit through the masks on the stage.

“Let him go,” says Olli calmly.

Richard's fingers release my neck.

I turn and throw him a furious glare.

“It would have been amusing to watch him try.” I hear Olli adding.

I look at him, startled, as he's standing up, seeming to never end.

“Yeah, sorry I spoiled your little game,” snarls Richard.

I don't know what to say, I only rub the sore back of my neck.

“Richard warned me about you,” grins Olli at me, walking around the room.

Don't fucking tell me Richard played me again!

Olli stops near the window and rests his body against its frame and the wall. Behind the glass there's only an ocean of darkness, I can't even spot the city lights out there. This image makes me feel like we're in a submarine sunk in a black ocean of tar, lost somewhere in Hell.

Then the reply strikes me.

“Did Richard tell you about him and me, or about him and Till?” I ask Olli.

“Look who's talking!” Richard sneers.

“Who else did you fuck around with beside me and Till, Richard?” I ask again, but looking at Olli and at the reflection of the room, distorted by the window's glass.

“Christoph,” whispers Olli.

What?

I twist to see Richard. He's not smirking as I was expecting him to.

“You had Christoph too?” I explode, feeling all suddenly hurt.

So fucking hurt! Once again, him, he did it to me once again!

“You, you fucking...!” I'm shouting, running toward him, my hands aiming for his throat.

But someone else behind me grasps my arms firmly and holds me still.

“Did you mean “You, whore!”?” Richard growls with a beginning of a bitter laugh in his voice.
Olli is keeping me prisoner of his long, scraggy yet strong hands.

“I'm no more whore than you are,” says Richard on a low sad tone, shaking his head. “Did you really think you had Christoph only for yourself?”

Richard folds his arms over his broad chest.

“That's what I thought too for a while.” I hear Olli behind as he's releasing me. “So guess you must be the third man.”

I step between them.

“So, what if I am?”

“I really wonder what the fuck is going on.” Richard groans with a chocked voice.

I look again toward the opaque windows, to avoid seeing the irritation growing inside him. In that dark side of the world I see our silhouettes - the replica of the three of us, standing motionless.

“It feels like everyone is just fucking everyone,” adds Olli.

“That's just plain stupid,” I whisper fascinated by our twitched shapes in the windows, floating and glittering dimly on the darkest tar of Hell.

***
People can't see themselves as they are; they need someone else's eyes in order to see themselves through.

***

Why did I have the impression that Christoph fucks me and then he throws me away? All of them seem to be doing that lately. Well, it won't work this way. Starting with Till. But now... if Richard is indeed having a thing with Olli, that's the right moment for me to step in.

“Maybe I should ask Flake, he knows them all, the nosy bugger.” I mused out loud that night, in Christoph's bed.

“Maybe.” Christoph huffed loudly, apparently annoyed by my presence there.

“Flake is such a nosy bitch, knowing absolutely everything about what's going on.” I added, feeling a tiny sting of jealousy in my heart. Yeah, that man is a reliable source for information, and I was really wondering how come he knows them all, about all of us.

During the last act of our concert, Richard's eyes were following Olli's rawboned frame knelt in that rubber boat carried above the crowd's heads. I could read the worry on Richard's face; it really struck me; he seemed concerned about that man's safety more than even our bodyguards whose heads might have started falling if something bad happened. And it was almost about to happen, but Olli was brought intact back near us, on the stage.

Now, in the hallways, I'm rushing my pace, to get near him, and, as I'm getting closer to the slender man in front of me, I feel myself surrounded and drawn by this wave of heat and scent of sweat coming from his half naked body.

“Hey Olli, that was pretty close, tonight.” I say now, since I'm near him.

“Yeah, luckily I can't be put down that easily.” He mutters.

In the same second, someone grabs my wrist painfully and starts pulling me along the hallway.

“Come here, you little fuck, we have to talk!” Richard grumbles when I turn around to see who is dragging me like that.

“Leave him alone.” I hear Olli's voice beside me, as I'm struggling to free my arm.

Richard complies and releases my hand, but he pushes me into a dressing room.

“I saw you!” He growls, stopping in front of me, between my body and the open door of the room.

Behind him, I see Olli entering and closing the door.

“You saw me what?” I spit my riposte.

“You've got your eyes on him!”

“On whom?”

“Stop fucking around, Paul!”

“Or what? I'm fucking around? Didn't you fuck me and Till?”

I look above him to see Olli's expression when learning about that, but he doesn't seem impressed at all by my words.

“Don't try to make out a bigger whore of me than you are, Paul,” grumbles Richard.

I don't want to see them anymore. Fuck this shit!

I shift to watch, in the mirror, my face smudged with make-up and sweat, like I just got out from a coal mine.

“I haven't got my eyes on Olli, you're fucking paranoid!” I mumble.

“Shut the fuck up, I know very well what's in that shitty brain of yours! Leave us alone, go to Christoph!” Richard snaps behind me.

“And you can tell him we're not interested in him anymore,” adds Olli's placid voice.

What the fuck?

“Does that mean that the two of you were or are...?”

I almost can't breathe anymore and I have to prop my hands on the make-up table's edge so I won't fall or something.

“Does it mean that you're fucking Christoph too?” Richard asks.

“Wonder who's not fucking with Christoph,” comes Olli's comment.

In front of me is the silver lake of the mirror; a magical world where I can see three men, standing motionless, stunned by the realization of ...

***
Narcissus hated himself actually, he didn't love himself at all. And without his mirror in which he was contemplating himself, he couldn't exist.
***

“Are you fucking with someone else besides me?” I asked Christoph.

“That's... not... for you to know,” he said, accentuating the first words.

I chuckled.

“Now go and make your evil plans about Olli and Richard.” Christoph tried to chase me away of his room.

“So, Richard and Olli are indeed...?”

“I didn't say that.” He huffed, burying his face under his arm.

“And Flake, who's he fucking then?”

“I don't know, he split with Till.”

“So, they were indeed...”

“Yes, Paul.” Christoph whispered, exasperated.

Seemed like Christoph knew even more about the secrets of each of us, than Flake would possibly know. Where did Christoph learn all that from? Oh well, I'll sort that out later!

“And now, Till's all alone?” I wanted to know too.

“You're impossible Paul,” humphed Christoph, pulling a pillow over his face. “If something gets stuck into your mind, nothing and no one can pull it out! Would you give it a break?” I picked his muffled begging.

This place is so crowded, the after show party... me sitting here... I raise my gaze and I see him - tall, slender, my next “innocent victim”. If he is indeed having a thing with Richard, now it's my opportunity to make Richard pay back for playing me like that. If not, well, I had Till, I had Richard, I had Christoph, one day will come Olli's turn too. But what am I going to do when there's no one from the band left for me?

The scrawny man is walking straight over me, wearing that confident leer on his face. I'm a bit puzzled, I wasn't expecting him to be smiling at me, but I smile back at him. Though, his eyes are looking beyond me, as I'm arising on my feet. Olli doesn't seem to see me; I switch slightly to spot Richard few meters behind me. So, my guess was correct, they are having a thing!

Not for long, love birds!

I take back my seat and keep drinking, waiting for the right moment.

“Are you fucking Till?” I inquired.

“No, Paul, it is only you,” lied that shit head Christoph right to my face.

Like hell, like I didn't see Richard or Olli leaving his room from time to time. First Till, then Richard, now Christoph is fucking with my mind!

Shit head you say? Isn't that what Richard said back then? So, it must be true about him and Christoph. But Olli? What's his place in all this combination? Do they know about Christoph fucking with each of them? Maybe they are having threesomes and...

Oh, fuck it, I'm drunk!

Fuck all of them! I'm outta here!

Somehow I manage to slide among the liquid forms surrounding me, faces of people I don't know, and I get out of there. That's when someone pushes me from behind. Then I feel those fingers clenching painfully on the back of my neck.

“Yes, I want him!” I yell, spinning around, angry, ready to take all my rage upon that whore named Richard. “And I want to make you pay for what you did to me! Does Olli know you've fucked around with me, Till and Christoph, before him? And don't tell me I'm just as bad as you and the rest of us! And if the three of us fuck with Christoph, and Till and Flake have split, who are they fucking with?”

And then the world just disappears for me...

***
They say it's not good to look on the backside of a mirror, because you might see the dark side of yourself.
***

I don't even dare to open my eyes; it would mean to actually face the disaster announced by this feeling that an atomic bomb exploded inside my noddle. But I need to stand up, I need too...

I reach out my hands around me to help myself get out the bed. Under my fingers I feel the warm pulsing texture of skin and alive human flesh.

“What the fuck?” I shout, jumping out of the bed.

Damn, now I'm wide awake. And I see... I see Richard and Olli sleeping naked in my bed! Oh, shit, and I was sleeping between them, naked too!

“Christ, Paul, can't you wake up in a quieter way?” Richard mumbles, rolling in bed on his back.

Olli only rubs his face with sleepy gestures.

I look at them as I'm slowly getting back to my senses. In the same time I'm acknowledging little by little this huge heavy rock I'm wearing on my shoulders. I raise my hand instinctively and touch the corner of my lip. Something there is a bit swollen and painful.

“Sorry, I had to smack you,” says Richard, yawning. “You were drunk and out of your minds, yelling some incoherent shit about mirrors and reflections. Not to mention that you tried to bash me.”

Olli stands in the bed and, with lazy movements, collects his clothes spread on the floor, near his side of the bed.

“Did we...?” I emit this rusty sound, refusing to believe.

My mind searches between scattered and outraged thoughts for images and memories of the night before.

“Yes, sweetie pie,” simpers Richard while throwing a fleeting look over the room in search for his clothes.

“Don't confuse him more. He's fucked up already,” replies Olli, tranquil as usual.

“I don't need your fucking pity!” I blurt out annoyed.

“He obviously doesn't remember anything,” answers Richard standing to zip his pants. “That's so bad, a threesome and not to remember anything about it!” He adds, putting his shirt on while shaking his head slowly.

Olli finds his shoes under the bed and puts them on without saying anything.

“But I can assure you that you enjoyed it Paul,” continues Richard, finishing buttoning his shirt.

“Don't tell me I sucked your cock or something...”

“Actually you sucked Olli's. But you surely ripped my ass off!” Richard giggles while he grabs a full of cigs butts ashtray from the night stand and walks toward me.

Olli stands up, gets his t-shirt from the bed and waits for Richard who's near a plastic garbage can in a corner and emptying the ashtray.

“Ok, let's go,” says Richard leaving the ashtray on a table and he and Olli walk to the door.

I follow them, like dumb folded. They get out in the hallway and I snatch the knob to close the door behind them.

“Oh,” Richard returns and continues whispering. “If you want it to happen again, please be a little less drunk. And, remember, if it has to be with Olli, it has to be with me too. You're not having him only for yourself, you greedy fuck!” He adds grinning.

I wish that at least I could remember any of what happened the night before!

Olli pushes Richard away and shoves his head through the cracked door.

“He's bullshitting you. Nothing happened, we slept naked with you there to make you believe that, you know, we had a threesome,” and ends his sentence with a wink.

“Why do you have to tell him?” Richard growls pulling Olli away.

I slam the door shut.

I rest my back against the wooden frame listening to their chuckles coming form the other side.

Clowns! Idiots!

Fuck! What did I do? And what the fuck did I actually tell them?

I walk slowly to the window and look outside. The black ocean of tar from hell is long gone. In the bottom of the window I can see, reflected slightly, my waist and my cock. Damn, I'm naked!

My hazed glance slides even lower where I can spot the plastic garbage can.

I squeeze my eyelids like trying to shut up this screaming headache inside my skull. Since when is Richard emptying the ashtrays he's filling with his stupid cigs?

I incline my head on the side to see better, so I won't have to search through the garbage with my hands. Under the gray powder and cigarettes butts, I see the rubber edges, I can spot their contorted shapes like skins peeled off a snake.

No shit! Condoms!

I look again at the stripe of my own reflection in the window. So if each of us fucked with Christoph, Till and Flake are over, and now Richard, Olli and me fuck, then...?

Oh, get lost! Someone might actually see me standing naked in the window. Back to bed!
***
Mirrors should reflect a little before throwing back images

To be continued...
- 5
- 6
- 7
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