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Sonnenschein	By : Cyndiana Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1154 -:- 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: (Du bist mein) Sonnenschein
Author: Cyndiana
Rating: NC-17 for graphic depictions of M/M sexuality.
Archive: A Feather in the Blood (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/afeatherintheblood/)
Pairing: Olli/Flake
Synopsis: Flake and Olli enjoy the abandoned set, and each other’s company, after the shooting of their video for “Sonne” has wrapped.
Author’s Note: This was intended originally to be a continuation of “Elegant” (http://www.fandomination.net/?mode=fanfic&FanficID=126732), but I realized my timeline was all fucked up. In “Elegant” I refer to Flake with the long, brown hair, and now we’re back at “Sonne”. So, this is basically a stand-alone. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Not real, non-profit, Flake and Olli are most likely NOT lovers, much to my distress.

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We all look ridiculous. We don’t look like we’ve been mining, so much as looking like we’ve been wading in the sewers. Surprisingly, the filthy makeup does nothing to mar Olli’s beautiful form. He looks as handsome as ever. We’ve been a couple secretly for a few months now. It is certainly fun, sneaking around like a couple of teenagers. He makes me feel young, and alive, again. Today is no different. He flashes me those knee-weakening hazel eyes. “Hey guys, you go ahead. I want to take some pictures for my scrapbook.” Olli and his pictures. He has CASES of scrapbooks, pictures from Rammstein’s beginning, and he’ll most certainly have them clear through to its ending. He chronicles everything.

I know his eyes say he wants me to stay, so I oblige. He sits on the grossly oversized table. I peek around corners to assure that we’re alone, pleased to discover that we are.

“So, snap away, Mr. Photographer.” I tease.

He takes out his camera. He snaps a quick, impromptu picture of me, knowing how much I hate my picture taken.

“Olli!”
He flashes that unnerving grin.
“That’s a keeper!”

I explore the set a bit. I climb the fake rocks on the make-believe hill. I feel Olli’s arms encircle my waist. I lay my head back on to his shoulder.

“For something so artificial, it is certainly beautiful.” I comment.
“I can think of something immensely more beautiful.”
“Oh, can you now?” I challenge.

He turns me to face him, and kisses me lovingly, cradling my face in his hands.

“A band full of strapping, gorgeous men, and yet you chose me. What would ever posses you?” I ask, sitting on the highest rock platform.

He sits behind me, a leg on either side of me, arms around me.
“Because, Liebling, unlike you, the others have too little here...“ he says, running his fingers up and down my chest, where my heart resides,
"...and even less here.” he says, kissing me atop my head.

I smile.

He makes me feel like the most beautiful man alive, though my reflection betrays that image.

“There is more to life than physical beauty, Flakelein.”
“You could have fooled me.”
“Beauty fades. It is the way of nature, but the beauty inside is eternal. So, I feel my love for you is a sound investment.”

I turn to him, kneeling between his knees, kissing him passionately. He lays back slowly, so that I end up on top of him. We kiss and caress, hands exploring under our costumes. I feel his excitement is growing, as is mine. We undress one another, and I soak in his beautiful form. His delicately curved waist, defined chest and abdomen, strong, firm legs.

Our lips connect again as he reaches between us, stroking me gently. I moan softly as my passion grows. He grins softly.

“Wait here.”
He gets up and retrieves his camera.
“No, Olli!”
“Come on, it’s art!”
“ABSTRACT art…I’m much too angular to be very photogenic.”
“Please, Flake, for me?”

I’d do anything for him. I position myself into a sitting position, knees to my chest.

“Don’t look so uncomfortable, Flakelein!”
“But I AM uncomfortable…”
“You shouldn’t be, Liebchen…You’re lovely!”
“I bet you say that to all the boys.”

He flashes a grin of mock frustration, and I pose more comfortably. He snaps away, ordering me to take pose after pose.

I giggle, “Ok, Olli! Enough! My turn.”
He holds the camera over his head, out of my reach.
“But I’m all out of film!”

I stand, struggling to wrench the camera from his grasp.
“You’ve always got more.”
“I forgot it…” he laughs, running off with the camera.
“Completely unfair, Ollichen! I want some pictures of you!”

He sticks out his tongue, and hides behind the large, fake tree. He gives chase, and I pursue him.

“Olli, come on! I played pin-up girl for you!”
“I’m the photographer, not the subject.”
I hide from him.
“Flake?”
I am silent.
He calls in sing-song, “Oh, Flakelein? You’re not being funny!”

I tackle him, and we collapse into a giggling heap of flesh. I obtain my prize: the camera.

“Unfair! Ambush was not part of the game!”
“Too bad, now get on the table!” I command.
“The little one, “ he says, half-asking, “It’ll make the important things seem larger.”
I laugh, “They’re quite large enough for me!”

He poses on the undersized table. Silly, sweet, and sexy poses, and I snap away, enamored by the angel in the viewfinder.

He takes a porridge bowl and places it over his most private parts.

“…and the spoon in your mouth!” I order, giggling.

He does, and licks it with over-exaggerated seductiveness. I can hardly take the picture from all my laughing.

I approach him, setting the camera in a chair and kissing him deeply. His lips find the most sensitive part of my neck and suck forcefully.

I giggle, “Stop it, Olli! You’re going to leave a mark!”
“Thus is my intention.”

I push him away from me, and crawl atop the table, knocking off little plates, little bowls, little cups…I lay on my stomach, head atop my hands. He steps back from the table, smiling coyly.

“Ah, what a fine banquet has been laid upon my table.” He slinks up over me, nibbling at my shoulder blades.
“The entrée is quite delicious.” He says as he kisses and nibbles down my spine, to the small of my back.
“The second course is even more delicious, but what I look forward to most is dessert…” And with that, his serpentine tongue makes its way into my eager opening.

I cry out in delight as his tongue twists, flexes, and undulates. My hands grip the edge of the table, knuckles growing white. He reclaims his place atop me, locking fingers with mine as he slowly enters me.

He makes love to me, his soft whimpers slithering into my ear.

He finds the most pleasurable spot inside of me, and focuses his full attentions there. I tremble from the tips of my toes to the ends of my hair. Soon, I feel him release within me, calling my name aloud.

He pulls out of me, and flips me onto my back, kissing me deeply. I position him on his back, with his legs dangling off the edge of the table. I moisten two fingers, and slide them into him.

When he is adequately aroused, and lubricated, I slide into him, wrapping his legs around me. I slide in and out of him with long, slow strokes. I watch his abdominal muscles relax and contract as he heaves and moans with pleasure. Soon, I climax, gripping his hips for dear life, wailing with joy.

He pulls me down to him, kissing me, lips and tongue saying silently how much he enjoyed the experience.

We decide to dress, and to return to our hotel. We realize that we are both still in costume, and covered with the sooty makeup. He finds a dressing room, complete with a private shower. His gleaming hazel eyes lead me within, as his clothes hit the floor.

DIE ENDE
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