Chapter 1, Anger | By : FetishinChains Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know Rammstein, and I do not profit from these writings. And unfortunatly none of this ever happened.... |
Note: This is my first fic ever, hope it's not too bad....
Paring: Till/Richard
The big muscular man was pacing back and forth in his living room. His arms were clenching and relaxing as he opened and closed his big, bear-like fists. His teeth gave out a chilling sound as they grinded together. His dark bangs were hanging down in his face, slightly covering his eyes that were filled with fiery, mad rage.
“That fucking diva! I’m so gonna make him pay!” Till shouted while slamming his fist into the wall. It hurt, but the pain felt good too, so he did it again leaving a bloody mark on the wall.
Richard was on his way over to Till’s house. He was back in his homeland for a visit, doing some catching up with old friends and some band promoting interviews. One of those interviews was the reason for this fucking long drive into the German countryside where Till’s house was. Kruspe preferred big cities. But Richard knew he had fucked up this time, and Till refusing to take his calls forced him to take this trip to the middle of nowhere to fix it.
They had not exactly been the best of friends lately, everything that came with being in a successful band had taken its toll on their friendship. But Richard still thought Till was overreacting, he was always so god damn moody!
Till heard a car pulling up outside. Who the fuck is coming here now?! I never get to be left the fuck alone! He cursed under his breath while he was stomping towards the door, ripping it open, ready to chase away whoever it was. He saw straight into Richards face. He stood there with his arm held up ready to ring the doorbell, his blue eyes looking surprised and with his mouth open. He blinked a few times licked his lips and started to talk.
Kruspe was finally there, but as he was about to ring the doorbell the door got ripped open and till was standing there broad shouldered and with a seriously pissed off look on his face. He noticed Till’s knuckles were bloody too. Doesn’t look like I arrived at the best time, but I’m here now so…
“Hey Till. Listen, I’m really sorry. I think we should talk, try and sort th…” BANG! A sharp red pain made him feel like his left eye was going to explode, and he closed his eyes. The fucking bastard hit me! He opened his eyes again just in time to see a growling Till coming at him with his head lowered like a raging bull. Till ran into Richard, hitting him hard in the chest with his shoulder, making them both fall over, Till on top of Richard. As Till was trying to get up in sitting position, Richard locked his legs around Till’s waist. Till might have the strength of a bear, but Kruspe hadn’t forgotten his wrestling techniques.
Till was snarling and struggling to get out of Kruspe’s grip, but Richard kept a tight hold around Till’s waist with his strong thighs. And locked his arms around Till’s neck to prevent him from using his big arms to get loose. “Calm down Till! For god’s sake, I knew you were pissed, but jeez! This is beyond overreacting!” Till didn’t seem to hear a word Richard said and just kept twisting unsuccessfully trying to get out of Richards grip. So he turned his head and bit Kruspe in his chest, growling and tearing like a wild animal. Kruspe lost his focus for a moment given the unexpected pain and Till was fast in reacting to the loosened grip around his neck, releasing himself from it and getting on his feet. Richard managed to keep his legs locked around his waist as Till got up.
He looked at Till who was still raging mad with anger. He didn’t really know how to calm him down. He tried to lock his arms around Till’s neck again. But Till was ready for it this time, and grabbed a hold of both his arms. As Kruspe struggled against Till’s strong arms, Till moved his head closer to Kruspe. He looked like a freaking’ devil, sweat drops running down his face from all the struggling, black bangs hanging in front of those beautiful eyes that where now burning with rage and with an insane grin on his lips that uncovered a bit of those dangerous white teeth.
Kruspe knew he was about to lose against Till’s enormous strength and out of desperation he leaned in and wrapped his lips around Till.
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