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Regen (Rain)	By : maybebaby Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 2558 -:- 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) 9/28
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 9

Till had always though that nothing in this world could touch him so deeply. His life here had made him tough. No ray of sun had ever managed to melt even the surface of that piece of ice he called heart. But a simple look into Richard’s eyes went deep into the chasms of his soul. Till wished for the ground to open and swallow him, as a punishment for what he has done.

The angel and Satan’s son lying together in the same bed; an angel whose wings he had broken.

They remained like this and just stared at each other. Wordless. Motionless.

The angry storm seemed to break outside and the rain lashed into the room. God thundered and Satan laughed.

Without taking his eyes off Richard, Till stretched out his arm slowly to arrange those dark strands of hair covered in dried blood.

No movement, not even a muscle twitching, only a dry whisper:

“Don’t touch me.”

Embarrassed, Till took his hand back. What had he been waiting for? Trust? He had nothing to wait from Richard. No trust, no forgiveness.

Till watched Richard closing his eyes; then his breathing became more regular and quiet.

“Sleep. And forget. When you wake up the sun will shine,” Till pronounced voicelessly, wishing that he could believe in his own words. But the sleep could only bring a temporary redemption.

Sighing, he stood up, walking back to his side of the bed. He made an attempt to lie down, near Richard, but all that pain, like the burning tongues of the fires of Hell were licking his skin, made him change his mind. He thought then to have a shower and a cigarette.

It was cold in the room. Till shivered and wrapped his arms around himself. Hesitatingly, he looked at Richard again, and careful not to wake him, he decided to make the effort and lay back on the bed. He lifted delicately the blanket from the side of the bed and covered himself.

Richard sighed in his sleep; this startled Till, making him retreat. He held his breath while Richard turned on the other side and instinctively pulled up the blanket. Good!

Till attempted to move closer again and watched how Richard’s eyelids shivered as his breathe became uneasy again.

This whole situation was completely new to Till. These strange tingles in his gut made him nervous, a whole army of ants seemed to march through his arms and thousand butterflies fluttered in his stomach. And suddenly he couldn’t hold it any longer; he stretched out his arm again, touching with his fingertips the wet with sweat hair strands, then down along Richard’s temple, picking those tiny sweat beads.

And the butterflies became airplanes; the world seemed to stand still, holding its breath, as Till felt deep down inside him something like an old rusty door he never tried before started to open. And a ray of light pierced the darkness. Till remained like frozen and couldn’t take his eyes off Richard. He looked so happy, in his sleep, even after all that abuse he went through. He appeared so innocent, like a child. Till only wanted one thing: to save him, to break away from this hell together.

With careful movements, Till stood up in the bed again and motioned to sit on its edge. He pressed his own temples, with his palms.

“What’s this? Guess I’m losing it. Something is really messed here.”

A loud knock on the door pulled him up from his thoughts. Till looked at the door, startled, as if he just woke up on this planet. The one that banged on the door didn’t wait for an answer, and opened it. It was one of the father’s goons, who peeked curiously inside the room, and especially at the bed. With only two steps, Till got in front of him, blocking his view and pushing him out of the room.

“Your father is waiting for the both of you in the lounge at 7. He has a proposition for you,” the man delivered the message on a mocking tone, as his gaze wandered along Till’s naked chest. But when he tried to stretch out his hand to touch it, the door was slammed into his face.

“Cocksucker!” The yell came from the other side of the door. “At 7, in the lounge. And make yourselves pretty. As much as this is possible! But first you have to give him his hit.”

The sounds of footsteps fading away followed the cynical burst of laughter that ended the tirade.

Till stood motionless with his back against the door. There was this cold fist clenched over his heart.

“At 7 in the lounge for a proposition.” He knew what that really meant. His father must have invited new clients to dinner. There he could show them the best stallions of his stable.

Till looked at the clock, and he realized they had six hours left. Six hours. There was only one single thought spiraling through his mind: not Richard. His father could do anything he wanted to him, but he had to save Richard.

It thundered outside. God was angry. On the table there was the silvery box with the syringe.

Satan rubbed his hands contentedly.
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