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Title: Amerika
Author: Mr. Naked
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Till/Richard
Disclaimer: Just another creation of Mr N's dirty mind; as much as I'd fancy it, it doesn't have anything with the real Rammstein.
Inspired by the video of “I'm Afraid Of Americans” with David Bowie and Trent Reznor.
Beta: all the flowers and thank-yous go to Ketene

I was taking the change and stuffing it into my pocket, and, at the same time, my eyes were eagerly reading the titles on the newspaper. It wasn't like I was completely cut off from the real world, but, since it was a vacation, I wasn't exactly to be up to date with the latest world news: terrorists attacks, wars, kidnappings, flooding and everything else that makes our world today to be what it is – something resembling a huge mental hospital. Anyway…

I felt it. Instinctively, like when someone behind you is staring at you, and you just turn your head, all of a sudden, and you don’t even know exactly why you did it. And I turned my head. He was standing there, a few meters away, behind me. I felt as if everything inside me froze, bit by bit. What the fuck?

I looked at him only for few seconds. A guy shorter than me, black spiky hair, those blue eyes crossed by this weird light, and his lips – parted, wet, something between getting ready to say something very important and meaningful and getting prepared to kiss, a lustful, hungry and passionate kiss.

‘Fucking weirdo!’

I turned my head and my attention back to my newspaper.

No one was supposed to know I was there. Returning from Costa Rica, we had to stop in the States. We decided to extend this period as we changed planes, so we were spending a few days in New York. I’ve always loved these kinds of unexpected decisions; this sort of changing in plans always gives me a sense of adventure.

I threw another glance over the titles in the newspaper. I didn’t have to turn my head again to know that he was still there, standing motionless, observing me. I couldn’t read my newspaper while being watched like that. This was starting to get on my nerves. I begun to walk.

The vacation was quite good actually. Making me think that it resembled a honeymoon. That’s probably why that morning I left her there, sleeping, in our hotel room and I went out for a walk. Jungle, 4x4s, amazing volcanoes, the beach, the luxury hotels, the locals, the traditions and … some times all those wonders and all that beauty start to overwhelm you. And her presence all the time; it’s wonderful to wake up and see someone like her sharing the bed with you, to have someone like her near you, her beauty, her love, her warmth. Everything starts to seem so perfect, like in a fairy tale – that’s when you begin to believe that it’s too good to be true, that’s when you start to think that soon you’ll have to pay the bill for all these things and you become scared.

‘Nonsense!’ I thought and shook my head.

There was that restlessness in my heart, something that made me turn my head once again as I was walking. That something turned into a steel claw piercing my heart – he was following me. His head a bit inclined forward, his blue eyes wearing that hateful look, his lips crooked, his black short hair making him to appear even fiercer. One couldn’t tell much about him judging from the way he was dressed - just regular clothes, t-shirt, jeans, all black, and a khaki coat.

I turned my head and started to walk faster. With all the confusing sounds of this city, all the cars, voices, and all the other people, I could know, somehow, that he quickened his pace too, to fit mine.

‘If I panic, I’ll forget how I got here and lose myself in this city,’ crossed my mind.

But at the same time my hand squeezed the paper, I started running. I threw the paper on the ground, crossed the street, and then twisted my head. He was there, meters behind me, running after me, not fast enough to reach me, not too slow to lose me.

I knew that people in this country aren’t all in their right minds, but I wasn’t expecting this. I turned over a corner and ran a bit more, and then I slowed my pace, because I was feeling short of breath. I twisted my head to see if he was still after me - a lot of faces, men, women, children, but not his. I continued my walk, looking cautiously around; I didn’t know that street even if it seemed somehow familiar to me. But here all the streets looked the same. In a city you don’t know, all the streets always look the same.

I kept walking. In my mind I was reconstructing my path to the newspaper stand, and all the places I’d walked that morning, and from there, the street I walked and ran on until I got here. I started to have a vague idea, to make all those suppositions about where I might be and where the hotel was. In the end, I thought that I could just ask anyone there, my English is quite decent.

I shouldn’t let any freak spoil it for me. What did he want, after all? He didn’t seem quite sane, his lips looked as if he was reciting something while walking after me, back there. Or was I too shocked by the whole scene, and seeing things? ‘But, after all,’ I was calculating in my mind, ‘I’m bigger than he is, and I can put him down. I’m not that rusted, I still can kick the shit out of someone.’ He appeared to be built pretty well, too, probably not very easy to overcome, but not too scary, either.

I looked around, at the people, at the cars, at the building. I crossed the street, to another one, that seemed to be exactly like the previous one, just even longer than it.

‘She’s probably wondering where I am, by now,’ I thought. ‘She won’t like it. You can’t just leave someone all alone in a hotel room. For hours…’

I twisted my head and there he was again. Standing, motionless, with his hands in the pockets of his khaki coat, as if waiting for me to make my appearance there. His head a bit inclined, his glare fixing me. I thought I should just go to him and ask him what the fuck all that was about, but it appeared that my legs had a mind of their own, carrying me away from him, faster and faster. I could only look behind me, enraged and at the same time starting to feel a bit of fear from how he started to walk again, following me, chasing me.

‘Fuck, like it’s not enough that I’m already lost in this city!’

My legs started to run, I was running in the middle of the street, while looking behind, as he was running after me; I bumped into a young woman walking in front of me. She fell, and screamed as her knees hit the concrete of the street.

“Sorry!” I mumbled, but I didn’t stop to help her collect herself. Actually I started to run even faster.

And he began to run even faster after me too; once near the woman fallen on the ground, he just jumped over her body and continued chasing me. And, as he was running, his coat floating around his body – I saw that shape. The shape of a gun.

‘Fuck, I must be seeing things!’

I looked ahead so I wouldn’t bump into someone else.

‘Shit, a gun!’

I was approaching the end of the street, to an intersection, when a cab crossed my path. I signaled it and the car stopped. I pulled the door open, almost snatching it from its hinges and threw myself on the back seat.

“Phew!”

I sighed loud. Damn, world is full of lunatics! And this city, so eager to swallow you for good - a real hungry beast!

I leaned more into the seat; I put my elbow on the door inside handle and rested my forehead into my palm as I was trying to catch my breath. I’m too old to be chased around through the busy streets of a city I don’t know.

“Where to, sir?” The cabdriver needed to know.

I rose a bit in my seat and looked through the back window of the car to see if my chaser was still there. Again, cars, people, shops, billboards, banners, but no sign of him.

‘Should I feel happy about it or concerned?’ I asked myself as I was turning back and leaning more comfortably on the seat.

I told the driver the name of my hotel. I inclined my head on the back of the seat and sighed out loud again. Then I burst into an unexpected laughter, and shook my head. This wasn’t for real. It couldn’t happen to me. I rubbed my forehead with my fingers, trying to hide my laughter – I would have appeared to my driver as the insane European laughing out of nothing and, generally, acting crazy, like, isn’t it, all Europeans do.

‘She must be really pissed off by now,’ I was repeating to myself. I left this morning; I wandered around the city and left her alone for hours and hours. She must have finished her shopping session already.

‘All women do that, shopping like crazy when they arrive in a new city or country.’

This time, though, this last thought actually made me smile, very understanding and very fond of her, as if of a thing very dear to me that I’ve just lost. Lost for good. For a bit she felt like that safe place that I wouldn’t have left, that place where I was protected. Maybe I should have let her drag me around instead of this…

Remembering again the weird happening of being chased on those streets, I smiled to myself, and shook my head, refusing yet to believe that something like that could actually occur.

‘Weirdoes!’

I looked to my right. Near our car, another car was waiting, just like my cab, for the light to change, in the intersection. On my left, few cars passing by, cars aligned, parked near the sidewalk. The light changed and the cab started to move. I was looking at the buildings, the streets, the people – I had no idea where I was. And then I started to wonder if the driver himself knew where we were and where were we heading to.

As the car was slowing down again I thought I saw a familiar silhouette walking on my right side – his khaki coat, his legs in black jeans and those black hiking boots.

‘That’s insane!’ I told myself. I shook my head and smiled, embarrassed by my own reactions.

I started searching myself for the wallet. ‘I’ll have to pay this guy soon,’ I told myself. I looked through the front window, amused, as he was stopping the car in another intersection, to wait for the light to change.

“Damn busy traffic!” I cursed, thinking that in this rhythm it will take me hours until I’d get to the hotel. I didn’t leave her just like that, though, she knew I was out for a walk, but now this was taking too long.

Then it was as if I knew it within a split second of it happening, but I was paralyzed by the realization of what was going on. The door on my left opened suddenly, and he jumped on the back seat of the car, near me. I froze, looking at him. I was so stunned I couldn’t even get mad and smack his face.

But he too remained still, looking at me, fixing me with his blue gaze, as if he was trying to communicate to me this way. I couldn’t help but notice his neatly shaped eyebrows, and the black eyeliner on his eyelids. That was all though; it was like something was keeping me there, unable to think, unable to move, incapable to even think of saying something, anything, curse him, ask him what the fuck was going on.

The car started moving slowly again. He wasn’t talking, either. He was just staring back at me, with that aggressive look in his eyes. No one was supposed to know I was there, in the city, in the country.

I stretched my arm along the car door. My fingers were searching, exploring the plastic covering it. He didn’t move even then, though. It was like his glare was enough to hold me there, still, stunned, as if I were an animal shot with a paralyzing bullet. I was looking back at him, hypnotized by those parted lips, through which I could see the edge of his wonderful white teeth.

I pulled hard the small plastic door handle. The door swung wide open because of the speed; I could tell the driver panicked, judging by the squeak of the tires on the asphalt, but when the car slowed down, I just threw myself out. Not before I threw him a triumphant grin.

‘Catch me now, you fucking freak!’ I thought, just as I was falling hard on the concrete, almost hitting my head.

For a split second the whole world seemed to be tumbling with me, too, spinning as all its colors mingled in front of my eyes.

“Shit!” I groaned loud when I hit the ground. I grabbed my ankle as an arrow of pain crossed it like a flash.

Someone stopped near me. Then they started walking again, but keeping a certain distance until they passed by me. I couldn’t even recognize their gender, or anything else about them, in fact. Other people that were passing by right then did the same, walking by but keeping a certain distance, even though they were throwing me those long looks. They were curious, yet too afraid to stop and see if I were okay or not.

I turned my head to look for the cab, as it suddenly stopped, forcing the cars the behind it to do the same. Of course, some nervous drivers started to curse and yell at my driver. I twisted my head to look at the sidewalk near where I’d landed. Among all those faces passing by me, fast, trying to seem indifferent - there he was. Standing motionless, as a silent witness of the whole scene, as my quiet demon haunting and chasing me through the streets of a foreign city to me.

I looked again at the street- near me a real fight started between the cab driver and those in the cars behind his. I begun to rub my aching ankle, then tried to stand. I threw a fleeting look over the sidewalk, but no sign of him anymore, again.

My cab driver ended the fight with a loud curse as he jumped into his car, slammed the door, and left in full speed, leaving me there, stunned, again, with my mouth open in wonder. What the fuck is wrong with these people? I didn’t even pay the idiot!

I stood up, back on my feet, slowly. I climbed on the sidewalk, telling myself that now I’m really completely lost in this insane city. That’s when I saw him again, as he was turning around a corner. I forced my aching leg to start walking toward that corner, to that street. But when I got there, he seemed to have vanished into thin air.

‘Fuck this!’

I remained there, for few minutes. I rubbed my face, nervously, and feeling like I was about to start beating the shit of the first human who would have the misfortune to cross my path. It was late- late afternoon. I had this image of her, panicked, announcing my disappearance to the cops.

I lifted my head off my palms. There he was, quite far away, I only guessed it was him from his coat and hair. He walked a few steps and pushed a door open, entering a building.

I started walking, too, to that door he entered, as I was trying to ignore the pain in my ankle. I was looking around as well; a quiet empty street, with few cars parked on both sides. When I reached the door I hesitated for a second in front of it.

Then I inhaled loudly, pushed the door open gently and I entered in a dark hall. The door slammed shut behind me with a thud. I felt myself being grabbed by the back of my neck and shoved- my face contacting with a cold sturdy wall that smelled rotten. But I just swung, managed to grab the forearms of my aggressor and pushed him with his back against the other wall. I knew it was him; I felt his scent as I slammed my body against his, while I pinned his wrists above his head, on the wall. He struggled a bit, the touches of his moving torso against my chest sending sweet shivers all over my body; I leaned into him, opened my mouth and grabbed his lips between mine, almost biting him. His mouth responded fast, with the same aggression to my kiss; his body was rubbing against mine as I heard us both emit those muffled moans.

His hands escaped my grip, and rushed eagerly toward my waist, lifting my t-shirt, hands grabbing the flesh on the sides of my chest like hungry claws. He was rubbing himself against my thigh and I could feel he was just as hard as I was. He seemed to want to unglue from our kiss, but my mouth didn’t allow him, so he only pulled my hips closer to his. He unzipped me with rushed movements; when I wanted to detach from the kiss, he didn’t let me, pulling me, with one hand closer to him. I unzipped him, as well, and I felt him thrusting into my hand, once my fingers touched that stiffened and hot member of his.

It was like neither of us wanted to give in first; our mouths were locked into that kiss, my hand rubbing his cock as his hand was jerking mine. With my other hand I was keeping him stuck to me, close to my chest as if I wanted to feel with my whole being how those moans and grunts were formed inside him. It felt as if I was holding a dancing flame into my palm – his strong and beautiful body; his skin under which his fibers, his muscles, were tensing and relaxing, depending on how he moved. I couldn’t get enough of him, of his warmth, his skin slightly wet with sweat, his taste of tobacco, his smell.

The palms placed on my shoulders pushed me away. He didn’t need to tell me what he wanted. I knew he was ready for it, so I only turned him with his face against the wall.

“Did you hurt yourself when you fell?” Came his hiss in the dark as I pulled his pants down more. “That was quite a stunt!”

“Not really,” I moaned, as my hands were searching with mad movements through his pockets.

“Did I freak you out?”

I found it! The small tube.

“It shouldn’t have taken it that long, I’m waited for!” I replied as I was spreading the oil over his hole and then on my cock.

“She can have you whenever she wants!” He growled, chocked.

“You could have me whenever you wanted me, too, if you really wanted it!” I replied and entered him, a bit too rough, making him grunt in pain.

“That’s why you went… to that country… out of revenge… and…”

And his track of words ended up in panting and moans as I was thrusting into him.

Then his hand grabbed mine and folded it around his cock. For a while I saw only the darkness behind my eyelids and heard only our moans, as I was pushing deep inside him and his hand, placed over mine, was jerking his own cock. I felt the pleasure building up inside me, like a spring getting turned up to maximum, until it can’t hold it anymore and just bursts up. I dug my teeth into the back of his head to hold him still, to suppress my moans, as I was cumming. He came too, not too long after me.

“You and this city seem to be made for each other,” slipped through my lips when I was finally able to breathe again.

“How come?” The sound of his voice was followed by the sound of his hands arranging his own clothes.

Instead of replying I pretended to be busy with arranging my own clothes. That was it? I felt betrayed by him choosing to make that side project, that’s why I made this girlfriend to flaunt her in his face?

I heard the click of his lighter and a small flame danced for few seconds in the dark.

“We agreed to keep it in the closet, Richard,” I replied. “That’s why I made a girlfriend. That’s why I went to “that country”. Besides, we all agreed we need time off.”

He opened the door and remained motionless for few seconds while waiting for his eyes to adjust to the light outside.

He dragged another smoke from his cig, exhaled it loudly and made a big step to get out in the street.

“My car is very close to here,” he announced to me. “I’ll drive you to your hotel.”

I didn’t answer, just followed him. ‘She might not yell at me for staying out that long, but she probably will be very pissed,’ I was thinking.

I felt like having a cig, too, but then I remembered I’d quit. For quite a while, actually.

‘The smell of tobacco would perfectly complete the smell of Richard I’ve already smeared into myself. Did he smell her all over me, as well?’ I was wondering.

I was feeling dizzy, yet very, very good. I smiled, pleased and content, as Richard stopped near a car and got inside. He opened the door for me, and I got in, too. He remained still, looking at me as I was smiling back at him. I could physically feel the radiating warmth of my own smile.

“What?” He asked when he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

I leaned over him, brought my lips close to his. I knew I was to long for him again, for that body, that mouth, those eyes. I stayed like that, my lips only touching his.

“It’s this city, Richard,” I whispered, refusing to kiss him yet, even though I felt that he was about to open his mouth to receive it. “You chose this city over me, even though you had a divorce, and you had no more reasons to stay so far away.”

~ The End ~
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