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Complications Of The Flesh	By : runningnakedinthepark Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1262 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- 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: Complications Of The Flesh 7/10
Author: Robby a.k.a. Mr. Naked
Rating: NC 17/AU
Pairing: Till/Christoph, mentions of Till/Flake
Disclaimer: Never happened.
Beta: hannelore_k
Author’s note: Based on lisa_thecat’s wonderful “Dirty Story”.

VII.

The world was on fire, no one could save me but you...

Christoph didn’t make any comments about Christian’s visit. Only once he added that he felt sorry that his presence there, in my house, made my friend jealous.

“Do you think he’s jealous?” I asked him, surprised first by the fact that he’d notice such details, and second, that back then it didn’t occur to me that Christian might have felt that way.

“I might be mistaken,” he replied. “But, then again, it’s not my business. Sometimes I talk before I think,” he added quickly.

It felt weird back then, because Christoph hadn’t been in my house except two or three times; and just in one of those moments it happened that Christian had come to see me. But sometimes coincidences are what they are, coincidences. And Christian wouldn’t call to announce he was coming to see me, because he knew I wouldn’t even pick up the phone.

“We had a thing together,” I said, looking straight into Christoph’s eyes, digging hungrily for his reaction.

But there was none. Of course. I wondered how I could be such an idiot, what the fuck did he care? Why couldn’t I focus, and why was I just letting things dribble out of my mouth?

“Have you ever thought how it would be for you to have a different life?” I asked.

His blue eyes threw me this stern look.

“I mean, not having to sleep with guys for a living.”

He shifted in the uncomfortable motel bed. He rose and sat on the edge of the bed, turning his back to me.

“At least this way I have my freedom,” he muttered.

I stretched out my hand and caressed his naked lower back with the tips of my fingers. He’d been a few times at my place, but he still wanted the hotel rooms.

“What kind of freedom is that?” I asked, moving closer to him and placing a kiss right on the spot my fingers had just caressed.

“I can do whatever I want. Especially with my body. If I want to suck some guy, I do it. If I don’t, then I don’t.”

I rose and sat near him, my face near his face, my eyes fixing the glance in his blue eyes.

“What if he forces you?”

He looked at me, startled, breathless.

I stood up and lit myself a cig.

“You’re an educated man, with money and a good situation, Till,” he said on a soft voice, behind me.

I turned and stared at him. He lowered his head, avoiding looking at me.

“And you’re an intelligent guy, Christoph,” I replied. “You’d be way better living with me. You wouldn’t have to risk…”

“I’m not something for you to save from Hell or from myself,” he said on a low tone, almost threatening.

I watched him lying back on the bed. Spreading his body, as if offering it to me, stretching out his arms all over the mattress. All I had to do was to walk over and take it.

“I don’t ask of you anything in return. Just come live with me, and not fuck for money.”

“What if I wouldn’t like it?”

He was staring at the ceiling. He didn’t even turn his head on the side to look at me.

“Well, first you have to give it a try and then see,” I replied, almost delighted with myself that I had answers for everything.

My eyes were seizing his shapes, each line on his contour; his slim and straight thighs, the way his cock was resting against his leg.

“Why?”

“Why what?” I asked.

“Why do you want me? Can’t you find among your people with money, education and nice houses someone to love and to love you back?”

“Who talked about love, Christoph?”

We both remained silent for a few seconds.

I realized I was naked and freezing. I looked for my clothes, and picked them up. I started dressing, while looking at him from time to time; how he laid there, sprawled, as if crucified on that bed.

“Till?”

“Yes?”

“You know those guys that bashed you back then?”

The guys who tried to rob me. I sat on the edge of the bed, so I could put my socks and my shoes on.

“Yes?”

I stood up and put my t-shirt on first, then my shirt. I picked up my watch from the nightstand.

“What about those guys, Christoph?”

“Well…”

He kept looking at the ceiling and talking as if I was up there, not near the bed.

“I wanted to make you leave me alone, so I talked with them to rob you and beat you, so you wouldn’t come looking for me anymore.”

I squeezed the watch in my palm. My impulse was to throw it at Christoph, then jump on him, bash his face and not stop until his blood covered me. I squeezed the watch even harder, then started to put it on. It took me a good few minutes.

“You’re making fun of me,” I pronounced, when I thought I could talk without losing it.

“No, I’m telling you the truth,” he whispered and rose in the bed.

I picked up my coat and put it on. He might have done other things, but he hadn’t lied to me. At least until that moment.

“You wanted to get rid of me,” I said, forcing my voice to sound as calm as possible.

He nodded ‘yes’, fixing me with his blue eyes.

“I assume you want to get rid of me now too, since you’re telling me this, whether it is true or not.”

“I don’t know,” he whispered. “I guess I…”

“Don’t bother,” I hissed and brought out my wallet.

He stood up.

I picked some bills out and threw them right into his naked chest.

“Don’t worry, I won’t bother you anymore. You were right.”

I almost ran out of there. Did he call for me? Did he ask me to come back or did he just cuss me? I didn’t have when and how to hear.

I was already out, on the street, looking for a cab, thinking about Christian’s words: I was an old fool in love. Blinded by it.
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