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The Kiss	By : Cyndiana Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 2002 -:- 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 Kiss
AUTHOR: Cyndiana
RATING: NC-17 for graphic depiction of M/M sexuality.
ARCHIVE: A Feather in the Blood (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/afeatherintheblood/)
PAIRING: Till/Richard, Richard/Schneider, Till/Flake
SYNOPSIS: An unexpected kiss leads Till to an unexpected conclusion.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: This story falls in the early era of Rammstein. I was inspired to write it after seeing an early Rammstein concert clip where Till planted a big, wet one on Flake onstage. This story serves as retribution for writing my DarkFic “A Lesson Learned” (http://www.fandomination.net/?mode=fanfic&FanficID=120785). I was commanded by my Mod, Valis, that to make up for it, I had to write Fluff, so here ya go. ^^
DISCLAIMER: A work of fiction. Not a statement of fact. Not-for-profit.

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I don’t know what possessed me…

We were in the middle of a gig, getting no real response, positive OR negative.

And that just pisses me off.

Flake stood in his ridiculous bowler hat, minding his own business, concentrating on his part, brow knitted tightly.

The song was in an interlude, so I stalked over to him…

Cradled his head in my hand…

And kissed him.

As far as he was concerned, I’d shook his hand, and gave him a pat on the back. He wasn’t phased in the least, and didn’t miss a note.

As if this sort of thing just happens every day.

The crowd went WILD, and I could feel a grin spreading like a rash over my cheeks. Mission accomplished.

We finished our gig, and I felt pretty proud of myself. My better half, or rather, OTHER half, was not so happy.

“What the FUCK was that about?” he hissed, throwing down his guitar.

I did my best to soothe his ruffled feathers.

“Richard, it was nothing. I just wanted to get the crowd riled up, that’s all.”

“Well, GOOD for you, Till. You got them riled up all right. I hope you and your keyboardist are VERY happy together!”

I called after him as he stalked away. He was always in a tizzy about something, and I knew a few softly whispered words and naughty caresses would make him forget what he was angry about in the first place. They always did.

Flake saw me briefly, and blushed, retreating for our shared dressing room.

I licked my lips absently, and stopped, realizing I could still taste him.

Realizing that kiss wasn’t half bad…

Realizing…

Realizing that my lover was probably on the bus cutting me out of all our pictures as I stood here daydreaming, so I sighed and walked out to the parking lot.

Richard is very much the woman of our relationship.

I’m broody, and moody, but he takes it to the Nth degree.

I was right, as usual, he had our box of photos hauled out, scissors in hand. I took them from him.

“What are you doing, Till?”

“We’re going to run out of pictures soon.”

“Good, no proof we were ever anything to each other.”

“Richard, Engel…” I began, nuzzling his cheek. As usual, he melted like butter against me, cooing softly.

I kissed him deeply, and laid him down.

He giggled gleefully as his lips found my neck, and kissed and sucked eagerly.

I heard footsteps on the bus.

“Oh for the love of Christ, will you two quit it!” Paul spat, disgusted.

“You can make up when we get to the hotel.” Schneider chimed in, taking a seat on the moldy couch.

I helped Richard to his feet, and Flake’s eyes met his, Richard’s eyes in narrow slits, challenging him.

Flake bowed his head in resignation, and slipped into his bunk in the back.

Richard let a snort of air out through his nostrils in victory, and wrapped his arms around my waist.

We all ended up sitting around the table, playing cards all hours of the night as we drove to our next destination.

Richard fell asleep, his head rested on my shoulder, as Flake remained in the bunkroom.

“Ah-ha! Three princes! Pay up Till!” Paul shrieked, as he laid out three Jacks on the table.

I shook my head. “Three Kings. YOU pay up, Paul.” I replied, showing my cards with a cocky grin.

“I hate playing Poker with you. I’m convinced you pull cards out of your ass.” Paul began.

“Ja, when Richard’s not up it.” Schneider finished. I swear those two are like a comedy team.

I was getting very tired. I turned to my slumbering lover.

“Richard, Engel? Let’s go to our bunks and rest a bit…Come on, baby, wake up.”

He mumbled a bit, then rose, and followed me drowsily to the back.

We climbed into my bunk, and fell fast asleep.

When we reached our hotel, Richard climbed into our bed, and went right back to sleep. That man can out sleep a coma patient.

I was well rested, having got in my usual four hours, so I went downstairs for coffee, and maybe a bit of breakfast.

I saw Flake sitting alone at a table, and decided to give him a bit of company.

He flushed red as soon as I sat down.

“Flake, are you ok?”

“Fi-fine…Why do you ask?”

“No reason…Where is every body?”

“Olli is sleeping, and Paul and Schneider went out to do some shopping.”

“Hmmm…” I replied with a nod, sipping my coffee.

“Richard wasn’t too angry with you, was he?”

I shake my head. “No, no…no more than usual, anyways.”

“Good.” Flake softly replied, looking gently relieved, smiling softly.

We passed the rest of our meal in relative silence. I couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong with him.

I cleaned up after myself, and decided to check on Richard, see if he was still sleeping, which I figured he probably was, knowing him.

I arrived to an empty room.

I figured maybe he was showering, so I listened against the bathroom door, and heard nothing.

Then I decided maybe he’d gone out, and began to walk down the hall.

I heard a commotion in Schneider’s room. Not a fight, or an argument, but more of a fevered shuffling of bedclothes, soft moans, labored breathing.

I laughed to myself, impressed by how quickly he was able to stir up a groupie.

Then I noticed, both voices were male.

I had long suspected a strange chemistry between he and Paul, and figured it had finally manifested.

That is, until I saw Paul emerge from his room, dressed, freshly showered, and drying his hair with a towel.

“Hey Till. Might I ask why you’re lurking about the halls like a stalker?”

“I heard a noise.”

“Ja, I heard it too. Woke me up, so I decided to take a shower. Bastards.”

Now my suspicions were peaked.

Paul gave me a nod, and got onto the elevator, heading downstairs.

I tapped lightly on the door, knowing whoever was inside wouldn’t hear me.

I invited myself in quietly, and saw two bodies grinding and tangling in the bed.

Soon, the bodies became all too recognizable.

Schneider writhed and mewled underneath an ecstatically shrieking Richard.

I stood there, dumbstruck like I’d just been slapped.

All his guilt trips now made perfect sense. He wasn’t afraid I would go astray. He knew that he already was.

I closed the door softly, and slid down the wall, staring at the wall in front of me, tears rolling silently down my cheeks. Then I felt like a prat for being so hurt. I knew Richard’s reputation, but when you care about someone, you overlook a lot for their sake…and for your own.

The elevator doors opened with a soft “whoosh”, and Flake stepped out. He walked toward me, and saw me weeping.

Without speaking a single word, he knelt in front of me, capturing my hands in his, wrapping them in his long, delicate fingers.

He knew.

I know he didn’t know about it before hand. Something in my heart told me that he’d have told me about it long before now if he had.

But just by looking in my eyes, he knew.

He pulled my head to his shoulder, and I cried more deeply now, shocked by how much I was letting Richard get to me.

He ended up sitting beside me, my head on his shoulder, his fingers running through my hair, and his other hand rubbing my back.

He smiled softly, and mischievously.

“Go wait in your room. I’ll be right back.” he said.

I was curious as to what he had in mind, but I obeyed.

Before long I heard him knock gently at my door, and I invited him in.

He carted in Richard’s box of photos and two pairs of scissors.

I laughed despite myself, and soon the box was hauled up onto the bed, and Flake and I sat cross-legged, snipping away.

Soon, Richard was cut out of every one, and we took those parts by the armfuls, piling them up in front of Schneider’s room.

We scurried back to my room, laughing like naughty little children.

“Feeling better?” Flake asked, green eyes gleaming.

“MUCH. Now I can’t wait for him to see those.” I replied with a deep, satisfying chuckle.

He smiled sweetly, and picked through the remnants of my presence in the photos. He picked one up and looked it over slowly.

“I like this one. You’re smiling. Not bad.” he said softly.

I take it from him, and look at it, tossing it aside.

I glance at him, and all at once, he flushes red.

“Why do you do that?” I ask.

“What?”

“Go red every time I look at you.”

He shrugs childishly.

I caress his face gently, and he pulls away.

“Flake…about last night…at the gig…”

“I know, it was only for the show. I know.”

“Well…it was…but…” I stop, drawing a finger across my lips, remembering how his felt against them.

“But?”

I can bring myself to say no more. I decide to show him, and I pull him into a passionate kiss.

His lips tremble with need as our tongues tangle, and I grip his hair. I can feel his inner conflict…His fear wants him to pull away, but his heart pleads for more, and more is what I want to give.

I kiss and suck at his neck, and his Adam’s apple, and he gasps softly.

He grips my back, as I lay him down on top of the mutilated photos, and slide a hand up his shirt.

He stops my hand as it makes its way past the waistline of his jeans.

“Till…this is…too fast…”

I eye him furtively.

“What are you afraid of?” I ask quietly.

“I’m afraid…you’ll regret…”

“The thing I regret is asleep in Schneider’s bed…What I’d regret is never again kissing the softest lips I’ve ever tasted…”

He flashed me that endearing crooked grin, blushing shyly, and I kiss him once more.

I lift his shirt over his head, and let it fall to the floor. I suck at his nipples gently, biting a bit, and delighting as his back arches, and he calls out.

I undo the button of his fly, letting down the zipper slowly. I slide a hand in over his boxers, and caress the erection stirring within.

He grips my hair, and pulls my lips to his once more, as I rub him gently until he is hard as iron under my grasp.

I strip him of his pants and underwear, and admire his delicate form. He blushes, visibly uncomfortable with my inspection, and I place my lips by his ear…

“Du bist so schön, Flake…”

“Und dir, auch, Till.” he speaks, not much louder than a breath, as he begins to strip me of my fabric confines.

We roll where he is atop me, straddling me, and we kiss feverishly as our erections rub together.

I reach over to my bedside table where I find a bottle of lubricant, and hand it to him.

He smiles devilishly, and places some on his hands, rubbing them together to warm it up.

He strokes me until I am well covered, and thoroughly aroused.

He positions himself where I am right at his opening, sliding only the head in.

I gasp at the warmth and tightness, as he raises up, then lowers again, driving me a bit deeper this time.

He continues this nerve-wracking teasing until I am inside him completely.

He moves slowly, and steadily, kissing me as we make love.

He moves his hips left, right, then in a figure-8, driving me mad.

I raise my knees, and he leans back, resting on them, still keeping the same steady pace, as I stroke him in time with his motions.

My heart slams against my ribcage as every fiber in my body cries out from the pleasure.

We are both screaming aloud, our names on each other’s lips, lost in this vacuum of rapture, and we can hear nothing but our sounds of delight.

His eyes bore their way into my soul as he cries out, shudders, then explodes in ecstasy, spilling over my hand, onto his thighs and my chest…

I follow soon after, filling him deeply, calling his name, sobbing with joy.

The mess be damned, I pull him down to me, kissing him madly, not wanting to break our new found connection.

His chest pressed against mine, and I feel his heart slamming in the same pace as mine, hard and rhythmic.

We separate, and he lays beside me, and I caress his cheek, looking into his eyes.

He grins wickedly.

“So…Feeling better NOW?”

“MUCH. I’m glad Richard decided to go astray.”

“Why?”

“Because, by his going astray, I ended up where I should have been all along…in your arms.”

“Are you always such a sap?”

I laugh deeply, and kiss his nose.

He lays his head on my chest, as Richard enters the room, a look of mock indignance.

“I knew that wasn’t just a kiss! I knew there was more to you two!” he shrieked accusingly.

“No more than there is between you and Schneider.” I challenge angrily.

He grabbed up his suitcases and flew out in a rage.

Flake smiled softly.

“No more than what’s between them, eh?”

“Well…Maybe a little more…” I reply, nuzzling his cheek.

We decide to consummate our new union with a much needed shower.

As the water enveloped us both, I saw his eyes shine with a warmth that was almost as stifling as the steam billowing around us.

And in my heart I knew…

A kiss is never just a kiss…

And I’d finally found my happiness.

DIE ENDE
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