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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
- 8
- 9
- 10
Title: …and all the sinners, [are] saints! (8/10)
Author: Mr. Naked
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Christoph/Flake
Disclaimer: Not true, wtf?
Summary: Charity
Archiving: Only with my express permission.
Inspired by “Mein Teil” - Rammstein
Special thanks to my betas Minx & Natt

VIII – Charity

“And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay”
- The Rolling Stones: “Sympathy For The Devil” -

“Now you’re ready,” he says, while he’s straightening his back.

Near my arm, my arched neck, and my lowered head, I perceive his warmth, I hear all those little sounds made by the skirt sliding over his thighs and as he moves, I can inhale his scent. I keep my chin propped on my chest as I’m sitting here, kneeling, naked, with my arms cuffed behind me.

I can see his hips wrapped in the skirt’s fabric, and his legs profiled and the shape of his ass as he walks to the chair only two meters away from me.

He takes a seat on the chair, keeping his legs together. My gaze travels up and down along his shins to stop over his round, neat and silky knees. He’s cut into his role again.

Near the chair is the table. And on the table is the box of chocolates. It always has to be one. He takes the box and places it in his lap, delicately. I hear him tearing the plastic foil and I lift my head as I feel my cock waking to life.

Christoph notices me staring at him, at his face; he lifts his eyebrows, making those lines on his forehead. But not like a man; like an attractive mature woman, the one that got stuck into my fantasies and I require him to play, over and over again, when I’m with him. He purses his red painted lips, in disdain; he knows this is turning me on even more.

He sits with his back very straight, not the usual male posture, but more like one of those proper educated women, at the girls’ boarding school. His make-up isn’t exactly like back then, in the video, but he isn’t a professional. Yet, his eyebrows are perfectly shaped; my view latches onto the corner of his right one, that is slightly risen. The skin on his face seems so matt and smooth, only a shadow above his upper lip reveals his true gender.

He opens the box with elaborated hand movements, then he holds still for few seconds, as if inspecting the candies inside the box, appearing that he’s trying to make up his mind about which one to choose.

I’m breathing heavily, my arms are getting numb, my legs under me are deadened as well, but I’m still awed by the sight. With two fingers, he picks one chocolate and brings it slowly up to his mouth. That’s a part of the game too.

In his eyes I can read coldness, disdain and distance. He is somehow ignoring me, though he’s aware of my presence. I’m just an animal, shaking, drooling, and chained by my own lust.
He turns his head as if he’d heard an unexpected noise. Then he gets back to the chocolate he’s holding between his fingers.

He stands up and walks over me. That’s not part of the game, anymore.

“What are you doing?” I gasp, contemplating his hips and crotch placed right in front of my face. Then I lean my head backward to watch his hand planting the candy in his lustful mouth.

“This time is going to be different,” he rumbles as I’m peering at his jaws moving while he’s chewing the chocolate.

Probably he got bored of playing the same game every time.

“Ok, oh!” I whisper while this haziness is blurring my mind.

“Shut up, dirty boy!” He hisses and he clenches his hand in my long hair, jerking my head.

I’m shivering with desire and I’m a bit frightened by this unexpected turn.

But he just leans above me, wrenches my head again, to get me to part my lips and welcome his mouth. He kisses me while his tongue rams bits of melted chocolate behind my teeth. The sweetest kiss ever!

I moan in his mouth, feeling my cock extend to its full length, my balls almost bursting; I’m aching. And he keeps kissing me, moving his lips slowly, chewing on my tongue and on the candy in the same time. I raise my chest, taking the opportunity to rub my bare skin against the fabric of his skirt. I swallow the melted chocolate while still kissing him.

Then, with a sudden movement, he pushes my head back, pulling my hair. My eyes meet his glare, a sharp frozen knife. He stands up and with his other hand he takes off my glasses.

Usually he has to lay on the floor, on his back, for me, and touch himself, and then, once he frees me from the handcuffs, I either work on my cock or he does it for me. Now it seems like he’s not about to do that anymore.

This guttural growl of pleasure shakes his entire body; he arches a bit, and closing his eyes, shoves my head downward, toward his knees.

“What will we do then?” I dare to ask as his hand drives my head up and down so my face rubs gently over the skin on his legs.

I inhale deeply while sneaking my tongue between my lips trying to snatch a chance to lick his leg.
The only answer I get from him is a long hiss as he’s pressing my face more onto his inner thighs. He pulls my hair painfully, forcing my head and my whole body to rise. Now I can peek under his skirt and see that he’s not wearing any underwear. His balls are full and his cock is half erected.
A short whining sound makes my whole body shiver and I’m getting even harder with just that quick glance.

And his hand is controlling me, dragging me up slowly, forcefully but not allowing me to rise faster than his own pace. I poke my tongue more, and, as I’m elevated, I leave wet traces along.

My lips and the tip of my tongue get finally to touch his balls. And me, hungry, shaking, sweat dripping off my skin, I open wider, to let my tongue lick deeper, to cover more of the tender surface, to touch that magic spot behind his balls. But his hand forces me to rise more, as he’s lifting his skirt more, to allow me to get to his, by now, fully erected cock.

His panting unites with mine; our bodies seem to be shaking in unison. And my own cock cries for attention, but Christoph is only holding me there. I wriggle my hands in the cuffs, my arms ache, my whole muscles are so tensed that it hurts, and I can feel my own pre-cum oozing.

I open my mouth to take his cock in, but his hand stops me, keeping me away from it.

“Just lick, you faggot,” he hisses. “Just lick!”

I squeeze my eyes; I sigh, but I’m complying, because I need even the little that he’s offering me.
Only a twisted grunt leaves my throat. I can’t even talk. This is going to kill me, and I’d either faint or stop what I’m doing and demand him to take care of my boner. Through my eyelashes I see him scrutinising me, he’s enjoying applying this torture to me. But he does me a favour, as his facial muscles move on his jaws, his bright red lips pursing, his eyebrows lifting and he makes those lines between them. More, he cocks his head allowing me the pleasure of seeing the blonde curls of his wig dangling on his cheeks.

Fuck, I can die just now!

I stretch out my tongue to collect the pre-cum off his cock. From time to time, a choked whimper escapes my throat as his hand guides my head. My whole body hurts, especially my guts, but my brain is intoxicated thus making me forget about the pain. Fighting the nausea and the sensation that I’ll pass out soon, I continue licking that stiffened member, like a starved man tasting food after a long, long time. I can’t even hear him anymore, if he’s moaning or talking. I can’t see at all, I just carry on, touching his cock only with my tongue. He’s not allowing me more. Instead, he distances my head from his cock enough to caress slowly my lips with its tip, to touch my face, up and down my cheeks, leaving wet traces on my skin, until he yanks my head again with a sudden movement, to make me open wide again and start again with the licking.

My tongue travels again along his shaft, plays over the tip and the slit, like trying to cup around it. With an abrupt thrust he shoves it all in my mouth, deep into my throat. I gag, my whole body shivers, but he’s not releasing me. He guides my head back and forward, with my mouth sliding along his cock, for a few times. I struggle, knelt, cuffed, my balls almost about to explode, my guts turned upside down because of my neglected hard on, my head dizzy, all my muscles aching from the uncomfortable position. I have the sensation that I’m close to my death, as he takes his member out, resting its tip on my lips as this white wave bursts out from it. I open wider; I manage to collect it all with my tongue. Seconds later, all my abdominal muscles cling onto each other; then this splash lands over my chest, neck, and chin as I’m spurting. I groan with my mouth full of his seed, shivering, hurting, yet happy that I’ve got my relief, finally.

He steps back and remains still. I think he’s trying to recover, I can’t hear him yet, I can’t see him anymore as I’m closing my eyes and bow my head remaining like that. I feel only stripes of my wet long hair stuck on my face and on the skin on my back as I’m sensing the scent of my own cum smudged all over me.

After a few seconds, I hear him getting over me, kneeling beside me and un-cuffing my hands. I’m so exhausted and shaken by all this that I don’t even enjoy the feeling of my released hands.
“We’re done, you can go.” I hear his hoarse voice, followed by the sound of the high heels shoes he’s wearing.

I open my eyelids a bit to see him shaking his feet to get rid of the shoes. Then I pick the sound of his heavy manly steps as he’s going to the bathroom.

That was it?

My arms are like two dead branches; thousand of needles seem to be stinging them as I’m bringing my hands to my front and start to massage them clumsily. I hear water running in the bathroom and small objects being moved.

I fight with my legs to make them help me stand and, once I’m up, I remain motionless for few seconds as this black wave blocks my view; the floor is spinning fast; I can’t feel my legs, I can’t feel anything at all for a while.

But the black wave disappears, and my sore body finally decides to obey my brain’s commands. I pick up my glasses from the floor and walk like I'm drunk, to the bathroom.

Christoph is in there, wiping the make up off his face. He looks amusing and weird, in the same time, without that wig, but still dressed in female clothes and with those earrings dangling near his cheeks.

“That was it?” I pronounce with a rusty throat.

I’m shaking a bit, I’m still hurting all over; the floor is still slightly spinning with me.

In the mirror I can see his face, as he crooks his lips and shrugs.

“You’re saving yourself for Richard, Olli or whoever is the next one?” I ask and prop my hand on the door’s frame so I won’t fall.

He turns his face, wearing that surprised look. On his skin, between his chin and the right corner of his lip he has a trace of smudged red lipstick. Somehow this image makes me only want to get to him and grab between my teeth that portion of his flesh and suck on it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he utters and he faces the mirror again.

Reflected in the mirror, behind his head, I can see my face glowing with sweat.

“Cut out the bullshit Christoph! Don’t insult me like this!”

“You’ve got your share, Flake. Leave me alone!” He says, concentrated on wiping the powder off his skin.

“Who else are you fucking with, Christoph? I mean from the band…”

“None of your business. Wash your cum off and leave.”

“Do you fuck Till too?”

“As a matter of fact no. And stop acting like a jealous bitch!”

“Then who?”

“Jealous shit! Fuck off!” He gnarls, then he leans more over the sink, to splash water on his face.

“I’m just curious. I’m not jealous. You can keep him for yourself, I don’t want him.”

“I’m not fucking him, all right?” He replies, exasperated while straightening his back.

“How come?”

“Not your problem, Flake.”

“How come?”

“I’m fucking all of you, except him, alright?” He explodes.

His face is near mine, his warm breath blowing on my cheek. He remains still for a few seconds, while his ferocious glare is digging into my eyes. But I’m not intimidated.

“Why?” I whisper.

He stretches an arm and grabs a towel.

“I’ll get him sooner or later too,” he says while wiping his face with the towel.

“Are you trying to ruin this band? Why are you doing all this?” I ask, starting to get angry in spite of my exhaustion.

“No,” he simply answers and starts taking off his clothes. “Shit, I’ve stained the skirt,” he murmurs.

“Then?”

He doesn’t respond, just tries to clean the stained fabric of the skirt.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Christoph? You’re tearing this band apart you irresponsible fuck!” I burst behind him.

“It’s Till’s fault, alright?!” He yells while turning to face me. “I want him, I don’t want the others, ok?! But he rejected me. Happy now?”

I’m shaking my head slowly. I can’t believe this.

“Now get your shower done and fuck off,” he grumbles and I see the skirt travelling downward along his legs to fall on the floor.

“Thought I knew you better, Christoph” I can barely pronounce, stunned, angry and, in the same time, disgusted. “What you are doing is a big mistake. You don’t need him.”

“Jealous bitch,” He mumbles, stepping out of the circle made by the skirt.

Then he kicks it with his foot, away from him.

“It’s not that, Christoph. You’re going to be really sorry.”

“You are his fuck buddy, of course you’re jealous.”

“Not anymore. And I know him better. He’s going to destroy you.”

“Jealous!” he mumbles, searching through his toiletries.

“He will rip your heart out, wave it under your nose and make you watch while he’s tearing it with his teeth. I took you for a grown up, how can you be such a naive little boy?”

“Jealous!” He repeats, grabbing a small bottle and opening its lid.

The stinging smell of acetone fills the small room.

“He’ll make you suffer, he’ll humiliate you and he will enjoy it. And he will let you know that he’s enjoying it.”

“You don’t know him at all. He’s not like that. You’ve been with him for long, but in vain. You have no idea about him. You’re just jealous. Probably he dumped your ass and now you’re trying to get your revenge on him,” says Christoph starting to clean off the red polish he applied on his short cut nails, just for me, just for this game.

“Do you really think he’s that sad poetic soul that needs nursing and other shit like this?” I explode, exasperated by his stubbornness.

He doesn’t comment; he’s only studying his nails.

“Well, he’s not. He’s just a self-centred fuck! And you’re asking for it, you dumb fuck!” I end my tirade and leave the bathroom.

I get back in the room and pick up my clothes. I start dressing, angry, swearing between gritted teeth. Then I notice the dried semen on my thighs and my chest.

Oh fuck! Well, I’ll wash when I get into my room.

I finish dressing and storm out of the room.

Once again, I feel the exhaustion hitting me with a bat over my head. I prop my back against a wall, trying to regain my balance, and waiting for my legs to stop shaking.

Damn, he’s such a child! But such an adorable one! And he’s my friend. I wish he would listen.
I make one step; then I freeze. Fuck! Now I get it! He’s in love with him! Damn, he’s stupid! He must be in love with him since he said… He’s doing this, fucking around with all of us because…?
Hmm, I could pay it back to Till, by leaving things like that. I’d really be a vengeful bastard! And both, Christoph and Till, would pay. Big time! But, no, someone has to put an end to this shit. If Christoph would be happy he wouldn’t be doing this crap, probably. And, I do care for him, even if he has been such a whore and a bastard, lately. And, damn, I still care about the asshole that Till is!
I start walking, heading back to Christoph’s room, thinking that I should finish it with him. My pace gets quicker, as I’m telling myself that I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I leave things like this.

I push the door open and I hear the running water in the shower.

I walk there, and for a few seconds I can’t unglue my gaze off his naked body I can spot through the half opened shower cabin door. For a bit I get lost in admiring those rivulets rushing down along his exquisite skin. But then, the steam covers my glasses, and I take them off to clean them. I hear the water being turned off, then his voice:
“You’re still here?”

He gets out of the shower, grabs a towel, and starts drying himself. His dark curly hair shines in the light. For some reason, unknown to me, I try to avoid staring directly at his nakedness. As I put back on my glasses I turn my gaze over the mirror, now covered with condensed steam.

“There’s something I have to tell you,” I answer.

“I don’t want to hear,” he ripostes.

I swallow my irritation and try to compose a calm tone.

“I don’t know what you and Till did,” I start. “But when I mentioned to him that you were involved with someone, he seemed to be very affected by it.”

“No shit!” He snarls.

“I think he feels for you, Christoph. He didn’t talk about it, but he surely was upset. Maybe if he really feels something for you, he’ll treat you better than he did with me or others.”

Christoph watches me with an expression of seriousness on his face. I made him think.
I step backward. My mission is done here.

“I don’t want him, Christoph,” I whisper. “I’ve put up enough with him. And if it’s meant to happen, I won’t stay between the two of you.”

Christoph frowns and rubs his chin nervously. But I do mean it.

“Yeah, how generous of you, Flake. Real charity!” he replies but on a plain, expressionless tone.

I throw another glimpse to the covered mirror, cursing the steam, in my mind, for preventing my eyes to focus upon something else besides Schneider who, right now, is really starting to get on my nerves.

Yeah, give me a medal for it, you ungrateful fuck! I tell him in my mind.

I detach my glance from the steamy mirror and storm out, once again, from his room.

To be continued...
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