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The Bachelor	By : Cyndiana Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1293 -:- 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: The Bachelor
AUTHOR: Cyndiana
RATING: NC-17 for graphic depictions of M/M sexuality and language.
ARCHIVE: A Feather in the Blood (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/afeatherintheblood/)
PAIRING: Olli/Richard with discussion of Schneider/Paul
SYNOPSIS: Could Olli make Richard give up his bachelorhood for good?
AUTHOR’S NOTES: I wrote this in response to a challenge posted at AFITB, where a fic had to contain Olli and Richard as the coupling, include a long walk, a nice gift, and lots of candy. I hope I met the challenge. Oh, and that section of Mexico City I mention later on? Made it up. Don’t know if it exists, but it would be nice if it did. ^^ Club Cleopatre comes from an epi of HBO's "Real Sex" I saw. GREAT idea for a club, gourmet dining, and booty in the backroom. LOVE it! ^^
DISCLAIMER: A work of fiction. Not a statement of fact in any way. Not for profit.

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Olli jogged a good 10 paces behind Richard, who was barreling ahead. Even though he had much short legs that the statuesque Olli, Richard could move quite quickly, especially when annoyed.

“Richard, for fuck’s sake, wait up!” Olli called, trying uselessly to dodge the rain. “Well, come on Olli, move it! I was merely asked to be your baby sitter, not a thing more.” Richard barked, tapping his foot, standing under a wide, black Chanel umbrella.

Olli finally caught up to him, bald head slick with rain, and cowered under the shelter of the umbrella, taking it from Richard, and holding it over them both.

“Look, Richard, none of this was MY idea, remember? You and Till were whispering, giggling like little boys telling dirty jokes, then suddenly I was commanded to put on something sexy, and follow you to…Where are we going again?” Olli rambled, growing quite perturbed by Richard’s attitude.

“Dinner…” was all Richard replied, as they reached a solid black door, with a small grated window in the middle. Under the little window was a sign:

“Club Cleopatre”.

“Bonjour, Monsieur Kruspe!” a voice called from behind the door.

“Bonjour. Myself, and a guest. My band mate.” Richard replied.

“Welcome!” the voice said, as the door eased open.

Richard and Olli entered, and Richard turned to the confused Olli, who spent his time taking in the scene unfolding around him.

“The best dining experience in all of France, Olli. Just wait until dessert.”

A waitress seated them at a cozy little table.

They ordered an appetizer, and it didn’t take long for Olli to figure out what the dessert menu consisted of…

A young, breathtakingly attractive French woman, no older than about 22, with long black hair and sapphire eyes whispered French in Richard’s ear. He smiled wickedly, and slid a hand into her panties. She mewled at his touch, then cried out in clear English,

“Backroom, please!” “Not yet. My friend and I will enjoy our meal, then share you for dessert, agreed?”

She kissed him passionately, and slipped behind a heavy, black curtain Olli quickly assumed was said backroom.

“Look, Richard, you and Till were mistaken, I’m not into this sort of thing…I’m going to go back to the hotel and-” “Be pathetic, and alone…as always…” “I have a WIFE, Richard!” “Ja, so did I, but I never slept alone, if you catch my meaning…” Richard cooed lewdly. “That may be fine for you but…I’m leaving…” Olli rose from his seat, and prepared to leave…

“Fine, I’ll enjoy the meal by myself, Olli. All of its courses. I’ll sample from life’s buffet, while you choke on take-away.” Richard teased, as Olli left the club.

Olli pushed past Till in the hotel hallway, only to be rewarded by Till’s deep, sinister chuckling.

Olli flopped into his bed, and looked up at the ceiling.

Why couldn’t Richard understand his demon? Why couldn’t he see through Olli’s paper-thin façade?

Olli rose, and slipped out of his boots, smart, black slacks and tight black t-shirt.

He shimmied out of his gray boxer briefs, and stepped into his shower.

The hot water clawed its way across his chilled flesh, clammy from rain.

His consciousness was seared, as he felt his tight abs pressed firmly against marble tile, felt himself being fucked so exquisitely, his knees wobbled, and felt the hot, sticky breath that is so unmistakably male…

Olli shook his head, to find himself still alone, and the water now cold.

He climbed out of the shower, dried, wrapped a towel around himself, and slipped into bed, dropping the towel to the floor.

Sleep began to softly embrace him in its comforting arms.

Just as his eyes began to twitch behind his eyelids, and his mind engaged, prepared for this night’s dream feature, there was a soft click at his door, a soft creak as it eased open.

He awoke with lips pressed firmly against his own, tongue exploring within. He pushed the intruder away with all the strength his arms could gather.

“Who, what…?!”

“Ah, now I get it…” a voice softly cooed, tinged with wicked carnal knowledge.

“Richard, what are you doing in here? How did you get in?” “I told the concierge we were sharing a room, and got a duplicate key card.” “Ok, you’ve had your fun, now go to bed.” “You weren’t looking for a woman, Olli, I realize that now. You wanted something a bit stronger, right?”

Olli’s eyes adjusted to the darkness enough for him to seek out the bedside lamp, and send light flooding through the room.

“Richard, just go to bed. You’re obviously drunk off your fucking ass.” “Nope. Not one drop. I promise, I was a good boy. I even skipped dessert. All I could think about is why a self-respecting man, of your age especially, would pass up what are likely to be the world’s most beautiful, and most…‘accommodating‘ women, married or not. Then, it came to me…” “Richard, you are far beyond mistaken.” “Oh, am I?”

Richard slowly unzipped his black jeans, and Olli’s eyes couldn’t break their gaze no matter how hard he tried.

Richard reached in and pulled out his semi-rigid cock, giving it a couple of pumps with his fist for good measure.

“This is what you want, isn’t it, Olli? Admit it…” “You are a sick, depraved son of a bitch, Richard.” “And you shouldn’t sleep in the nude, Olli, the tent in the bedclothes is giving you away.”

Olli’s eyes shot downward, and it was clear as day just how ‘attentive’ he was becoming.

“That’s it Richard, either you leave, or I’ll call hotel security and have them escort you out.” “Why don’t you come over here and escort me yourself…Or are you afraid you won’t be able to fight your demon any longer?” “There is no demon!” Olli shouted, then looked away from shame.

Richard stripped out of his clothes slowly, as Olli tried futily to swallow the lump in his throat.

Once Richard was deliciously bare, he leaned against the space of wall right by Olli’s door.

“Come now, Olli. Send me away. But, be a man and do it yourself.”

Olli rose, and the blanket fell away.

Richard eyed his supple flesh covetously, licking his cherry-glossed lips.

He put a hand on either one of Richard’s shoulders, working up the strength to open the door and shove him out…

Richard leaned forward, flicking his tongue at Olli’s trembling lips.

Olli couldn’t fight it anymore. He took Richard’s tongue into his mouth, sucking on it like it provided his very existence.

Richard gripped Olli’s ass, pulling him close enough that their erections rubbed together, and Olli cried out from the sharp sensation.

Richard gripped the back of Olli’s head, pulling it to the side.

“Tell me you want it…tell me you want my cock, and that you want it inside of you, and I might be convinced to give it to you…” he whispered lewdly.

“Richard I…”

“Say it, Olli…Say you want me to cum inside you, and cry out your name…Say it!”

“Ja, Richard…Bitte! Ich will es!” Olli cried out, kissing Richard hard, pumping his shaft, craving him more than anyone or anything before.

“Good boy. Lay on the bed, on your back. I want to watch your face as I fuck you.”

Olli obeyed, gut tying itself into knots from fear and anticipation.

Richard invited himself to rifle through Olli’s toiletries bag, and found some lotion.

“Perfect…”

He tossed the bottle to Olli.

“Cover your first two fingers thick with it, then finger yourself.”

Olli swallowed hard, then obliged, moaning softly as the motions of his long, elegant fingers began to feel more and more pleasurable.

Richard watched him as he took the lotion, and began to stroke himself with it, until he was hard as steel and well-coated.

“Ok, now put your arms behind your knees, and pull them upward.”

Olli nodded, and complied, eyes screwed shut, bracing himself for the pain.

Richard slid atop him, kissing him deeply, placing either of Olli’s legs over his shoulders.

He entered him in one smooth motion, filling him completely, sending fat tears flowing down Olli’s cheeks, and a scream tearing from his lips.

“Shhhh, Olli…That’s the worst of it…” Richard whispered, kissing the tears away.

He moved slowly, making sure to fill Olli once more before retracting again.

After a few thrusts, Olli gripped his back, clenching his thighs, and cried out from delight.

Richard thrust at different angles until he found the spot inside Olli that made him quiver.

He kept his focus there, kissing Olli, whispering words of lust in his ear, sucking the lobe.

Olli felt his skin flush red as his climax felt as if it built up in his very veins…

His fingertips tingled and every hair stood on end and every cell felt like it would just collide with its neighbor and explode.

Then he came…

…And it was like he’d never came before.

He cried out, sobbing from new-found delight, and Richard followed, calling out his name, sending stream after steaming stream of cum into him, filling him, and Olli relished the warmth as it seemed to spread through every inch of him.

Olli longed to bottle the sensations, and clasp them in his hands forever…

But, every good thing meets its end, and this did too.

Richard collapsed beside him, chest heaving.

Olli felt positively reborn…

…free…

…exposed…

“That has to be one of the best fucks I’ve ever had, Olli…”

…USED…

“Get out, Richard…Go back to your room…I need a shower…” Olli said, monotone.

“Sure, sure. I’ll just…Take this towel off your floor, and cover with it. I am just across the hall. Sweet dreams, Olli.”

Richard wrapped the towel around himself, gathered up his clothes, and left the room.

Olli slipped, once more, into the shower, slid to the bottom, and sobbed as the water roared against gray marble like the rain outside.

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The flight from Paris to Mexico City was a long, quiet one.

They were due for an interview for Azteca, and were making good time.

They had a day to fuck around before the interview the following day, so most of them dispersed to find some worthwhile pursuit.

Olli stayed behind in his hotel room.

“Richard, why are you so smug?” Paul asked, more annoyed with Richard than usual. “I’d tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.” Richard quipped, cackling like a mad man at his own bad joke. “Fine, Richard, I’m not interested enough to pry it out of you.” Paul sighed, and turned his attentions to hailing a taxi. “It involves Olli…and a night of ball-draining sex…” “Ja, Till told me that you took him to Cleopatre…” Paul replied half-interested, still trying futily to get a cab. “This wasn’t at Cleopatre, this was in his hotel room afterward…And he was phenomenal…” Richard said dreamily.

Paul tripped over his own feet, nearly ending up leveled by an angry taxi driver. Richard pulled him back up on the curb.

“What?!” Paul shrieked. Richard grinned like a lion after a kill.

Paul tried to stammer out a question, but Richard had, quite easily, secured them a cab. Paul grumbled under his breath, sliding into the seat.

“How did…But I thought…Olli’s married, so how…I mean…” Paul stammered, slack jawed.

“It happened, we’ll leave it at that. My fucking GOD did it happen.” Richard mused, taking out a compact and powdering his face.

“But Olli is…he’s so…sensitive…You were gentle on him, weren’t you?” “Of course. I know how hard to fuck a virgin, Paul.” “No, no, no…I mean he has a heart, Mr. Grinch. You didn’t make him feel like a cum receptacle, did you?”

Richard eyed him for a moment, growing more engrossed by his primping.

“Richard!” “What?! I told him he was one of the best fucks I’ve ever had.” “Thousands of dollars worth of plastic surgery, and you are STILL a Neanderthal.” “Watch it, midget!” “Well, think about it, Richard! He gave up something very precious, and to you it was another Friday night. He must be devastated. You are such a fucking cock whore.”

Richard didn’t get a chance to protest before the taxi stopped at the Azteca studio.

Schneider was already waiting outside the studio for them.

“Well, it’s about time you two showed up. I figured by now you’d have both killed each other.”

“You and your wishful thinking, Schneider.” Paul quipped. “Hmm.” Schneider replied flatly.

They entered the building, and did their interview like good little rock stars.

They wandered out, and Schneider hailed a cab quickly so they could go grab a bite to eat, and decide from there what they wanted to do.

“How is it both of you can get a cab like THAT, but it takes me forever?” Paul whined, as they loaded up.

Richard and Schneider eyed each other, cackling.

“What?!” Paul asked, now quite perturbed.

The taxi rolled through a small, little-known region of Mexico City known as “La Cuidad Rosa” or “the Pink City”. It was the Mexican equivalent of San Francisco.

Gay couples walked hand in hand, kissed, cuddled, shopped, most of them tourists. Richard rolled his eyes.

“And what is bothering you, your Highness?” Paul teased him. “All this gay love bullshit. Men are great for fucking, but to be in a relationship with? How does that even work?” Richard wondered aloud, watching the scenery and couples go by. “It works for…some of us.” Schneider smiled, caressing Paul’s cheek. “Ja, but both of you are two surgeries away from being women.” Richard quipped, smiling at his own joke. “It’s not about being masculine, or feminine you putz…It’s about loving, and being loved.” Paul zinged back.

Richard just kept looking out the window. Schneider cocked his eyebrow suspiciously.

“Does our little fluffy-wuffy Reeshy-poo have a crushie-wushie?” he teased, poking Richard’s side.

“Stick it up your ass, Schneider!” Richard hissed, smacking his hand.

The taxi stopped at the café, and they all unloaded, finding a comfortable table, and awaiting their server.

Richard couldn’t even imagine eating, and did not feel like himself.

Normally as Paul and Schneider went through their baby talk, and feeding each other, and general cuteness, he’d grow nauseous and annoyed…

…but now he was envious.

They had spent decades of their lives together, loving and sharing…

…he had spent decades of his alone.

Richard stood.

“Look guys, I think I need to go back to the hotel. I’m not feeling well. Lunch is on me.” Richard said, throwing pesos on the table.

Schneider covered Richard’s hand with his.

“If you have feelings for Olli, just tell him Richard.” “Who said I had feelings for Olli?” Richard challenged. “Your eyes did.” Paul chimed in.

Richard snorted, and hailed a cab.

Schneider pulled out his credit card, slipping it into the bill jacket.

“But Richard left money for that.” Paul protested. “I’ll give it back to him at the hotel, we don’t need his money.” “Speak for yourself.” Paul retorted, shoving the cash in his pocket.

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Richard decided against the cab.

He needed time to think.

He walked the 5 miles back to the hotel.

Every step was tied to another thought ripping through his synapses.

Kissing Olli, holding Olli, waking up to his radiant face every morning from here to forever after…

He knew how Olli must have felt.

He felt the same way during his first fumblings of male lust in the arms of his current lead singer.

He couldn’t believe what he’d become.

When did his heart turn such a shade of black?

Richard stopped into a gift shop.

There was a happy gay couple browsing happily.

They smiled at Richard, and he returned the gesture.

“Shopping for your boyfriend?” the younger man asked him. “No, no, he’s not my boyfriend…YET…Ever, at all, at all.” Richard fumbled, growing nervous. “Ohhh…You’re wooing someone. That’s the fun part of the relationship, savor it honey, before you end up an old married fool.” the older man teased. “You’re not an old married fool yet, just an old fool. Does it look like we’re in Toronto?” the younger man chided his lover. “Soon darling. Anyways, precious, if you’ve got someone, cherish him until hell won’t have it. True love is rare, and not to be taken lightly. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have a honeymoon to rehearse for. Bye!” the older man said as he was led out of the shop by his lover.

Richard smiled, seeing he and Olli in their place, and feeling strangely comforted.

Richard had never “wooed” anyone, male, female, or any combination thereof.

“Can I help you find something?” a young, blatantly gay clerk offered.

“Uhm…I’m not sure. What do you get someone you were a complete and total ass hole to?” Richard asked him. “Oh honey, diamonds…There’s a jewelry store down the block.” “We’re not quite there yet…” Richard replied. “Well, I know a good box of chocolates makes me forget any indiscretion. Get him this box of pure Mexican chocolates, and I promise he’d fall for you even if you killed his mother.”

Richard smiled, and eyed the obscenely large box of chocolates.

“But, I need something…more…” “Roses, honey, and these come from my Papi’s farm. They are fresh, and no other rose is redder, or smells sweeter.”

Richard inhaled the sweet, sticky fragrance of soft rose.

“I’ll take a dozen…” Richard told him. The clerk wrinkled his nose. “Two?” “Nuh-uh…” “THREE?” “Now you’ve got it.”

“But I need something…unique…”

“Oh, if you need unique, I got the thing for you…” the clerk cooed, disappearing into a back room.

He reappeared with a bundle wrapped in red lace.

“This is guaranteed to take his breath away…”

Richard took the bundle, slowly unwrapping it.

It was a pair of gold, clasped hands covered in rubies, emeralds, diamonds…

Richard lost his breath.

“How much?” “Do you REALLY love him, with all of your heart?”

Richard hadn’t thought that far ahead, but the answer was already on his lips. “Yes.”

“Then, it’s on the house. The roses and candy aren’t, but this…IS.”

Richard paid for the other items, and shook his head in disbelief.

“You have to let me pay you something for this.” he pleaded.

“Consider it a down payment for a lifetime of love. Besides, I got it from an ex-boyfriend anyway, and looking at it frankly gave me gas.” the clerk replied, sending Richard on his way.

Richard arrived at the hotel and carried all his gifts to Olli’s door, and he softly knocked.

“Go away, please, I’m not feeling well.” Olli called out from his bed. “Olli, my arms are tired, please let me in.” Richard called back to him. “Your arms are-? Hold on a second…” Olli wondered, walking to the door, and opening it a crack.

“Richard, what is all that?” “Open the door and you’ll find out.”

Olli didn’t know why, but he let him in. Richard set the roses and candy on the table.

“What is all this for?”

“I am so sorry for how I treated you, Olli. It was cruel, and heartless. But last night…” “Ja Richard, I was there, I know, last night was meaningless.” “No, it wasn’t. Not to me. You’re all I’ve thought about all day, Olli. No one else. Just you. Your face, your lips, your smile, the way you blush at a complement. It’s consumed me. You have consumed me.”

Olli felt his resolve weaken a bit, and he did indeed blush, deeply and redder than the roses.

“Look, Richard…I know what you’re trying to do, and I appreciate it, but I’m a big boy. I can handle myself.”

Richard sighed, but was not yet ready to admit defeat.

“Here. Take this. I’ll leave you be. Open it once I’m gone. If it doesn’t express to you how I truly feel, I won’t bother you again.”

He handed Olli the heavy, lace-wrapped bundle.

He slipped out his door.

It was mere moments before Olli popped his head out the door.

“Richard!”

“I’m right here.” Richard answered from behind his door.

Olli’s eyes were glistening with tears.

Olli pulled Richard close and kissed him deep, holding him tight.

“Ich liebe dich, ich liebe dich, ich liebe dich!” Olli exclaimed, kissing him madly.

“Und mir auch…” Richard replied, caressing his face.

Olli clasped Richard’s hand, leading him into his room.

“And just what do you think you are doing, Olli?”

“I want to eat chocolates off of you, if you don’t mind.”

“No objections on my part…” Richard muttered, lightheaded from glee.

“We’ll get to ‘your part’ in due time…” Olli cooed, closing his door behind them.

DIE ENDE
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