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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) 8/28
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 8

Richard waked to his senses bit by bit. He was still feeling sick and he was thirsty. He heard voices from far away, a soft laughter followed by the lash of a whip.

Richard awaited the pain. But the lashes of the whip weren’t landing on his flesh. He made an effort and opened his eyes. In the feeble light in the cellar he saw a man standing in the middle of the room and whipping in full force another man. And that another man was strained with the chains and cuffs that hold him just few minutes ago.

Richard blinked. He felt sweat dripping along the ends of his eyebrows. He felt his eyes burning in their sockets. He couldn’t stand these sounds any more. He started shivering – first just slightly until the quiver became uncontrollable; desperately, he tugged at the chains.

He recalled that he knew the man that was chained there and now was getting whipped by the fellow standing in the middle of the room.

Till? No, that couldn’t be. Richard told himself he must be having a seizure and hallucinating. Till couldn’t be a victim here. Till was the man who brought him here and, most important, held him prisoner in this house. And handed him to these freaks to do whatever they wanted to him. Because that’s exactly what they did to him - whatever they wanted. But no, Richard thought to himself, that was Till getting whipped severely. And, again, Richard thought that he should have felt some satisfaction – his captor was getting exactly what his victim received. But no, there was only that feeling of annoyance, of going to throw up if these crude sounds wouldn’t have stopped.

“Stop it!” Richard forced his lips to pronounce. “Stop!” He almost begged on a weak voice. But the guy with the whip was too busy to hear that dry whisper.

“Stop it! Fucking, stop it already!” Richard tore this shout, this groan of an animal in agony, because that’s how he felt, like agonizing under those lashes.

The whipping stopped. Everything halted. Richard leaned backward until he could rest somehow against the wall. He was drained of any strength. He struggled with his own body to remain conscious and standing. But when he looked back to the floor between his feet, he felt like the ground started to move, to whirl, like at the drainage hole of a pool, and it will suck him through pipes filled with the darkest tar, taking him to the most gruesome Hell.

“Shut up, Richard, stay still!” Till said and looked at him panicked. Why did he have to come to his senses now? But it was already too late.

Gert wrapped the whip around his hand and walked to where Richard was hanging by the iron rings in the ceiling.

“I thought you’ll enjoy this,” he said and stopped very close to Richard.

His eyes examined him, in silence, for a long minute. Then, he put two fingers under Richard’s chin and lifted his head, so he could look in his blue eyes.

“I want to see the two of you together, touching each other, seducing each other, making love to each other. No, not only fucking, but actual love, tender, sweet love. Would you like that, Richard?” Gert asked bringing his face even closer to Richard’s face, as if to allow his skin suck on the warmth emanated by the other’s man skin. “You can forget about it!” He said on a louder voice. “Till can only fuck, and that’s it! Nothing else, but plain, animal-like-fuck!”

Gert turned around and walked back to Till. Then, like he had forgotten something, he came back to Richard.

As the first blow reached Richard’s right temple, the world in front of his eyes sunk into a black lake.

*

It was cold in the room. The window was opened wide, and the black velvet drapes were wet with rain. The storm chased heavy dark clouds over the gray sky and it seemed that the rain was never going to stop. No trust, no Sun, no freedom.

Till had been awake for a while now, lying on the bed, and trying to shift focus off his aching body. There wasn’t any place left that didn’t hurt, but the worst feeling was that he failed. He wasn’t able to save Richard.

He stifled a moan as he motioned first to straighten himself, and then to lean on his side, resting on his elbow. He wanted to know what state was Richard in. This one was lying on his right side, in the same bed, but he hasn’t been moving for a while now. Till hesitated to look directly or to touch Richard.

But, beyond that layer of bruised skin that ached like hell, under all the layers of flesh, deep inside, it felt like something was awakening; something that’s been still, frozen like under a spell now was beginning to move. Something that was threatening to shred him and his entire world. Somehow, in that state of confusion, pain and guilt, he knew it. This new thing was making him totally unsure and helpless.

He knew emotions – anger, hatred, rage, indifference, but this was totally new and unknown to him. He tried to give this feeling a name, but none came to him. Fear? Worry?

Till thought of turning Richard to face him, but the very thought of this made his heart cringe.

“What’s happening to you, man?“ Till whispered to himself and moved careful to the edge of the bed. Then, he walked slowly around until he got on the side Richard was facing. He stopped there, inhaled and then knelt to get to Richard’s face level.

Till stared into Richard’s eyes. That’s when he knew it – why it didn’t stop raining.

The heavens were crying. They were missing their most beautiful angel!
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