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Bits of Music (10 Minipart fic)	By : Cyndiana Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1202 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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TITLE: Bits of Music (Blurbs)
AUTHOR: Cyndiana
ARCHIVE: A Feather in the Blood (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/afeatherintheblood/)
RATING: R for semi-graphic description of M/M sexuality in one
blurb, mild descriptions of M/M sexuality in the rest, and language.
PAIRING(S): Till/Richard and Paul/Doomy, alternating
SYNOPSIS: 10 short, romantic blurbs based on lines from my favorite
love songs.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This idea came to me out of nowhere. I just wanted
to write my own little 1-2 paragraph blurbs, and it came to me to set
them to music.
DISCLAIMER: Not intended as a statement of fact. Is a work of
ction. Not for profit. All songs mentioned herein copyright of
their particular artists/writers. Each artist is credited with
their song.

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*STAR*

"If I could reach the stars
I'd pull one down for you...
Shine it on my heart
so you could see the truth..."

"If I could change the World"-Eric Clapton f/Babyface

Richard sits beside the windows of the darkened bus, looking up at
the sky. Till slinks up beside him, head resting on his shoulder.
Richard speaks softly, still looking Heaven-ward.

"They say once you touch the stars, you've nothing left to strive
for."
"Oh, do they? I tend to disagree."
"Till, you always disagree...with everything. And what more would
there be to strive for, hmm?"
"How about touching someone's heart?"

Richard smiles softly as Till's lips enfold his.

**************************

SKY

"I want to stand with you on a mountain
I want to bathe with you in the sea
I want to lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me..."

"Truly Madly Deeply"-Savage Garden

Schneider lays in the grass on his back, knees bent, watching the
clouds float gently by. Paul stood over him.

"What ARE you doing?" He asked.
"Enjoying the clouds."
"Uh-huh..."

Paul lay beside him, watching the clouds as well.

"This is BOOORING, Schnei..."
"That's because you lack imagination. See that one? It's an
elephant, and it's about to trample that clown."
"You are demented, Schneider."
"No, I am bored."

Paul pulled Schneider to where they both lay on their sides, facing
one another.

"I lack imagination do I? Well, those little clouds are an
audience, and I'm about to give them something to see."

Schneider didn't have time to object before Paul began sucking him
forcefully. It was all he could do to stifle a chuckle.

****************************

CLOVER
"At last
The skies above are blue
My heart was wrapped up in clover
the night I looked at you"

"At Last"--Etta James

Till's eyes were firmly shut, as he felt Richard slip a small chain
around his neck.

"Ok, open them!"

Richard pulled out a small mirror so Till could see the necklace
Richard had given him: a thin silver chain with an oval locket. Till
opened it to see a small, four-leaf clover.

"For luck, Liebchen."
"Rich, you know I don't believe in luck."
"I know, but I hoped it would grow on you."
"How can you...BELIEVE in such nonsense?"
"When your wildest dreams have come true, you' believe, too."

Till smiled softly. He embraced Richard tightly, whispering in his
ear, "Oh, but they have, Engel...They have..."

*******************************

HEAVEN

"You're just too good to be true
can't take my eyes off of you...
You'd be like Heaven to touch,
I want to hold you so much..."

"Can't Take my Eyes off of You"--Frankie Valli

Schneider stood in front of the dressing mirror, playing with his
face and frowning.

"Oh, God...I'm going to be 40 soon! Ugh!" He said aloud, checking
the corners of his eyes for Crow's Feet, his hair for inevitable gray.

Paul stood behind him, and wrapped his arms around his waist.

"What ARE you on about, Schnei?"
"I'm getting old, Paulie."
Paul nuzzled his cheek.
"But you defy your age by two whole decades, AT LEAST!"
"Stop trying to make me feel better, Paul."
"And when do I ever TRY to make you feel better?" Paul chuckled.
"You always make me feel better, without even trying."
"Schnei...you are GORGEOUS, you'll always BE gorgeous, just enjoy it!"

Schneider lifted Paul's hand to his lips, kissing it gently.
"Paul, you are too much."
"I know, I know..."

Schneider smiled broadly, enjoying how gorgeous they looked TOGETHER.

*******************************

"SMILE"

"Nobody knows it, but you've got a secret smile
and you use it only for me..."

"Secret Smile"--Semisonic

Till sat FUMING.
"What's wrong, Tillchen?"
Till sat silent.
"Paul up to his usual bitchiness again?"
"Hmm..."

Richard sat in Till's lap, nose-to-nose with him.
"I'm not in the mood, Rich."
Richard crossed his eyes.
"It's not going to work, Richard."
Richard whipped out the fishy lips, crossed-eyes combo.
"Give it up..."
Richard gave Till a fishy kiss, and Till chuckled deep in his throat.

When Richard sat back, Till flashed him that crooked grin he reserved
for Richard alone.

"You're despicable..."
"And you're PREDICTABLE, Till Lindemann. I know how to make you
smile. You're not nearly as stoic as you'd like to believe."

Till tried his best to morph his face to stone, but one good cross of
Richard's eyes, and they were both giggling.

Richard DID always know how to make him smile.

************************************
JASMINE

“Summer breeze, makes me feel fine…
blowin’ through the jasmine in my mind…”

“Summer Breeze”--Seals and Crofts

Schneider stood on the shore line, savoring the warmth of the sunshine,
and the cool spray of the ocean. This was one of the few reasons he
loved America, specifically Los Angeles…

The ocean. The warmth.

He was thrilled that they had procured a beach house with its own
private beach for their vacation.

Paul walked across the sand, hissing from the heat of it until his
sizzling feet found the cool, moist sand by where Schneider stood.

He pulled a vial out of his pocket, poured some of the contents into
his hand, and rubbed his hands together, sniffing them, savoring the
scent.

“What have you found to get high on now, Paulie?”
“Life!”

Paul put his hands on either side of Schneider’s face, and Schneider
breathed in the unmistakable aroma of jasmine.

“That vial must have cost you plenty! Why are you wasting it?”
“I’m not wasting it. I am building a memory.”
Schneider cocked his eyebrow.
“It is said that the more senses a memory is attached to, the longer
and more clearly you remember it. The jasmine has smell covered…The
ocean waves, sound…The cool spray, touch…The view is sight…”
“You forgot taste…” Schneider said with a grin, kissing Paul deeply,
as Paul cradled his face in his hands…Schneider could still smell the
jasmine.

“We’ll remember this forever…” Paul said with a smile.
“I would have anyway…I have you here. That’s enough.”

********************************
MEMORY

“In your arms
I can still feel the way you want me when you hold me
I can still hear the words you whispered
when you told me
I can stay right here forever in your arms…”

“Forever and For Always”-Shania Twain

Till stood behind Richard, his arms around his waist, and Richard
wove his arms with Till’s. Till placed soft kisses on Richard’s
cheek.

“How long has it been, Till?”
“For what?”
“That we’ve been together?”
“Do I HAVE to think about that?”
“Why not?”
“It makes me feel old…It’s been well over a decade…”
“It has, hasn’t it? Wow…”

Richard chuckled.

“What is so funny, you?”
“Remember when we first made love?”
“At Schneider’s party?”
“Not when we first FUCKED, when we first MADE LOVE.”
“Oh yes! Your birthday.”
“Uh-huh…”
“That was special.”
“It was…I remember I knew immediately when you fell in love with me…”
“Oh really? And when was that?”
“When it was over, and you wrapped those big arms around me and said…"
Richard mimicked Till’s voice,
“…You can stay here with me tonight…you know…if you want…”

Till chuckled, and bit at Richard’s jaw line with lip-covered teeth.
“And you are WRONG mister…”
“Oh, I am?”
“Mmm-hmm…”
“So, when DID you fall in love with me?”
“When you said…"
Till mimicked Richard’s voice,
“…Hallo, my name is Richard.”
“You could’ve let a fella KNOW, you know?”
“Ah, yes, but the journey is more fun if you know the destination,
but not the path.”
“I did so love the path, but more so the destination.”
Richard said, as he turned, kissing Till deeply.

************************************
THANK YOU

“Push the door, I'm home at last
and I'm soaking through and through
then you handed me a towel
and all I see is you
and even if my house falls down now
I wouldn't have a clue
because you're near me and…”

“Thank You”-Dido

Paul paced the floor. Schneider SHOULD have been home by now…
Schneider’s cell phone went direct to voice mail, so Paul had no clue
where he could be.

Schneider kicked the tire on his stalled car.

“Fucking American piece of shit!”
Through freezing rain, he trudged. He was close enough to home, only
about 2 km or so, so he marched on.

Paul sat in their easy chair, head in his hands. He could only pray
Schneider was all right, wherever he was…

The more Schneider dwelled on his car’s condition, the deeper and
deeper he seethed. He was fit to burst. After a while, he reached
his front door. He could unleash his fury on whoever came to the door,
who would obviously be Paul.

He opened the door, and was met with a relieved looking Paul, towel
in hand.

“How did you know, Paulie?”
“Something just told me. Perhaps it was the fact that you drive a
piece of shit American car.”

Schneider smiled and entered the house, drying himself off with the
towel he now realized Paul must’ve warmed up in the microwave for him.
Schneider was warmed through and through, but it wasn’t from the towel,
it was from love.

“How about a HOT shower this time?” Paul asked, extending his hand.
“Once again, you read my mind. Thank you…”
“For what?”
“Being you.”
Paul smiled, and off to the bath they went.

*************************************
MATRIMONY

“Go inspire in me the desire in me to never go home
Oh just one more and I'll walk away
All the everything you win turns to nothing today
So just one more just one more go inspire in me
The desire in me to never go home”

“Homesick”-The Cure

Richard stood in front of Till.
“I’m not here to offer any explanations, I’m here to retrieve the last
of my things.”
“I shouldn’t have told you that you left anything.”
“Why not?”
“It’s been a blissful two years without having to look at your face
for more than a moment.”
“Oh, Till, come off it. Just step aside and I’ll get the box, and go
back to New York. As far as I’m concerned, you never have to see me
again.”

Till moved enough for Richard to get by, then stood, trembling…
”You OWE me an explanation!”
“What?”
“You heard me quite clearly, Kruspe.”
“BERNSTEIN.”
Till shuddered at that name. “Go on, Richard…Explain!”
“I fell in love, end of story…”
“Yes you did, with ME…now why the scam of a marriage?”
“I don’t have to justify myself to you, Till. I’m leaving now.”

Till grabbed his arm, causing him to drop his box.
“Till, let me go!”
“Kiss me, and if you feel nothing, you can leave.”

Richard frowned, indignantly, then sighed.
“If I kiss you, you will let me go? End of story?”
“End of story.” Till growled.

Richard hesitated bit, then kissed him coldly…Then more deeply…Then
with more passion…All at once, a sob, left Richard’s throat, and he
threw his arms around Till’s neck, not breaking the kiss.

“Who am I kidding, Till? I love you…I love you so much…”
Till smiled, eyes tearstained, but shining.
“I know. I always knew.”

Richard sighed heavily, then walked onto the balcony, slipping off
his wedding band and throwing it off the high precipice.

“I guess I’ll have to call her and explain why I’m not coming home.”
“No, you’ll have to call her, and explain to her why you ARE home now.”

With one more kiss, Richard felt in his very veins how right Till was.

****************************************

HIGH AND DRY

“I'll be your liquor bathing your soul
Juice that's pure
And I'll be your anchor you'll never leave
Shores that cure
Well I've seen you suffer, I've seen you cry for days and days
So I'll be your liquor demons will drown
And float away”

“I’ll Be Yours”-Placebo

“Come on, Paul, just a sip, one little sip!”
“No, Schneider!”

Schneider sat, his head on his knees, sobbing deeply.
“You know this is some fucked up shit to deal with, Paul! I need a
drink!”
“There is more than one way to cope with sorrow, Schneider…Obviously
the lesson THEY never learned…”
“SHE has a name…Cecilia…”
“Well, SHE should have sought counseling!”
“She was lonely…And I ignored her.”

Schneider ran his fingers over the carefully written suicide letter…
Received all too late from a fan who tried to meet him, tried to
speak with him, but never had the chance.

“Dearest Engel-
If only our paths had crossed
I pursued you when I could
But you always seemed to avoid me.
I know I am unworthy of your attention.
I am unworthy of anyone’s attention at all.
So I shall depart from this earth
Make a quiet exit.
I love you forever
Do not weep for me.
CECILIA”

Schneider sobbed, and Paul held him tightly.
“Please, Liebchen…”
“Just a sip, Paulie!”
“No! You’ve been clean and sober for 6 months, I’m not letting you
give up now!”
Schneider sobbed deeply and desperately as their mail slipped through
the mail slot in the door, and fell to the floor.

Paul stood to retrieve it, and flipped through a few of the letters,
not noticing Schneider sneaking for his old liquor stash.
Paul’s eyes lit up as one letter caught his eye.
“Schneider! There’s a letter here from…Schneider?”

He bolted for the kitchen, letter in hand.

Schneider’s lips were curled around a bottle of vodka, about to drink!
“PUT THAT DOWN!”
Schneider jumped, and put the bottle on the counter. Paul handed him
the letter.

Schneider opened it.

“Dear Engel-
I’m sorry for my last letter, I was really sad.
I didn’t mean to scare you.
I’m hoping to see you guys next time you play Rotterdam.
I hope to meet you.
I am alive and well
And I hope all is well with you.
Liebe für immer,
CECILIA”

Schneider smiled softly, clearly relieved. He turned the bottle
upside down, letting the contents run down the drain of the sink.

“Good boy…” Paulie said, kissing him deeply.
“You intoxicate me far more, anyway…without a hangover.”
“The only thing that’s gonna hang over is your legs off the end of
the bed. Come on, let Paulie make it all better…”
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