A Bit of Appreciation!

 I wanted to take this time again to thank everyone who enjoys this webpage. I checked the stats today and was shocked to see how many pageviews I've had in the short span that Liebesnest has been in existence (over 2,000 views!). What makes this even more awesome is that all of the pageviews come from my favorite countries! I'm not sure how many are repeat visitors and how many are just individual visits, but nonetheless it makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. So thank you all, especially my Canadian friends! You seem to enjoy this page the most out of everyone! *lol*

A Blast to the Past...

Hey people! I recently dug up on old fic that I wrote back when I was in highschool. I had totally forgotten about it, but I found it when I was digging through my old notebooks, so I stand corrected, Insignificant Other is the second Rammstein fiction I've ever written. I mulled over even sharing this, but since I'm having a bit of writer's block with my other stories I decided to post this until I'm back on track with my other stories and 'cause I thought it'd be kind of fun. I know it's probably not the best story but I like sharing my stories with people even though some people don't seem to appreciate my writing. As my favorite comedian sang when doing a parody of a famous singer "Haters gonna hate, lovers gonna love..." (Cookies to anyone who knows where that came from!)

Also, I know the title is lame, but hey I was in highschool and I currently can't think of a better one, so its just gonna have to stick unless someone can come up with something better. :P  Oh, as always constructive criticism is always welcome.

Title: Hunger

Paring(s): Till/Richard/Christoph

Rating: 18+ (?)

Genre: Fantasy,Dark(?),Short Story

Summary: Two orphan teens on the brink of starvation are forced to leave the current village they reside in after one of them is caught stealing. After getting lost in the dense forest they stumble upon a pristine home with delicious aromas wafting through the air, the boys decide to enter the home and fill their aching bellies. What will happen when the two boys are discovered by the inhabitant of the home? This is a twist on one of my favorite fairy tales. [A Three-Shot Story]

[Prologue]

Richard awoke to the first rays of dawn hitting him in the eye through the thatched roof of the barn. Sitting up from his bed of hay he stretched and made to stand up, but crouched back down when he heard the wooden door creak open. “Richard?” A voice called quietly.  Standing up again Richard walked over to the younger male. “Where the hell have you been, Christoph?” Richard whispered harshly.

Producing a medium sized bundle Christoph said “I was out trying to get us some food and I was successful, see? They almost caught me, but I was too quick for the old hag and her husband.” Christoph then unwrapped the bundle to reveal a freshly baked loaf of bread. Sighing Richard replied “I know we haven’t eaten in days, but you can’t keep stealing from other people. Do you want to go back to the orphanage or worse to prison? We’ve been chased out of too many villages to count and frankly I’m tired of running.” Rolling his eyes, Christoph said “Alright, alright, spare me the soliloquy. I won’t steal anymore.” Richard narrowed his eyes in disbelief. “That’s what you said in the last town when you got us chased out like we were wild dogs.”

Suddenly the barking of dogs could be heard in the distance signaling the impending arrival of the farmer that owned the barn. The two boys stiffened. “Shit!” Richard exclaimed. “Come Christoph, we’ve got to get out of here now!” Grabbing Christoph by his arm firmly Richard pulled him toward the exit on the opposite side of the barn.  Upon exiting they were spotted by the farmer who was still a good distance away. “Run!” Richard shouted.  The two youths took off down the pathway as the winded farmer shouted expletives at their retreating forms. 

Once they were a good distance away they stopped to catch their breath, as Richard bent over gasping, Christoph began to laugh. “That was exhilarating! Don’t you think so Richard?” Christoph said between guffaws. Looking up at Christoph and narrowing his eyes once more, Richard replied dryly “Hardly.” Rolling his eyes heavenward, Christoph retorted “You’re no fun.” Before Richard could come up with a reply, Christoph quickly tore the fresh loaf of bread in two and shoved into the other males face. Shaking his head at Christoph’s impish nature, he gladly took the bread eager to quell the ache in his stomach. Walking leisurely down the dirt pathway away from town the two ate their rations in companionable silence, taking in the beauty of the flora and fauna around them.

Stuffing the remainder of the bread into his pocket wanting to save it for later, Richard broke the silence “We can’t keep going on like this, winter will be here in a matter of months. I don’t know if I can make it through another one, we barely survived last year.”  Christoph snorted derisively. “Yeah, I remember we only survived because of my prowess to acquire food.” He gloated. Sighing exasperatedly, Richard agreed “Yes, we survived because you stole from others, but that is my point we can’t keep on like this. We need to find jobs, perhaps an apprenticeship of some sort.”  Laughing out right at Richard’s idea, Christoph replied. “You really think that someone is gonna take us in as apprentices? Yeah right!”

“Well, what great ideas do you have since you’re so damn smart?” Richard said quickly becoming flustered. Christoph merely shrugged his shoulders as they continued walking. “It figures.” Richard said to himself. Suddenly Richard stopped walking, almost causing Christoph to run into him. “What the hell?! Why’d you stop?” Christoph questioned.  Looking ahead at the dense, dark forest; Richard replied “I don’t think we should go any further.” Christoph frowned at the way Richard was acting, having never seen him afraid of anything. “Why not? It’s the only way to the next town.”

Shaking his head in the negative, Richard replied “We shouldn’t continue because I’ve heard that this forest is enchanted.” Bursting into a fit of giggles, Christoph said “Really? Enchanted?! I thought you were too old to believe in such nonsense. ” 

Whipping around to face the younger male, Richard retorted “Yes, I said enchanted and no, this isn’t the only way out of the town. I supposed your pig-headed self did not notice the lack of wagon tracks on the path, meaning no one has traveled on this path in months, maybe even years.  I heard people speaking in whispers when we first arrived that this particular forest is a home to a whole host of vile creatures and a wickedly powerful sorcerer who gets the beasts of the forest to do his bidding. It is also rumored that the trees in this forest are also under the sorcerer’s control. I thought it was ridiculous at first but now that I've seen the forest for myself I am not too sure if I want to take the chance of the rumors being true”

“Well if you’re so damn scared of a spooky forest, then why don’t we leave the other way since apparently there’s another path we can take.” Christoph said matter-of-factly with his arms crossed over his chest.  With his expression bland and his mouth a grim line on his face he replied sardonically “Well you ruined our ability to leave the other way since we’d have to go back through the town. You know the town where you stole and where we were chased out of a barn?”

“Then we have no choice but to go through the forest, right?” Christoph asked. “Right.” Richard intoned morosely.  “Then let us be off!” Exclaimed Christoph as he grabbed on to Richard’s hand and led him up the path. Throwing his arm around the older male’s shoulder, Christoph intoned bravely “Don’t worry Richard; I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.”  Snorting to himself, Richard nodded minutely and continued forward.

Once at the entrance of the forest, Richard paused trying to peer into the thick forest to see if he could spot anything unsavory. Not seeing the fiends that were supposed to reside in the forest, Richard continued forth with a sigh and a whispered prayer that they may make it through the wilderness. As they silently walked through the forest, both were alert for any animals or devils that may spring upon them. Richard noticed that the sun’s warm rays barely penetrated the thick roof of the tree tops, making it a bit cooler and darker then when they were out in the sunny open fields. 

A branch snapped and the two boys jumped and then froze, expecting some beast to appear gnashing its teeth at them any second. When they realized it was just a doe and her calf, the both let out relieved breaths. Not failing to notice that Christoph too had been scared, Richard felt it was the perfect opportunity to call him on it. “I thought you weren’t scared of the forest?” Richard said snidely. Shrugging his shoulders, Christoph replied nonchalantly “I never said I wasn’t afraid of the forest, just that an enchanted forest is ridiculous.”

Raising a dark brow, Richard replied “Uh-huh. Sure, whatever you say. Let’s keep going so we can get out of here as fast as possible.” Resuming their quiet trek through the woods, their stomachs began to growl in protest. Looking up at the sky, or rather, where the sky would be if it weren’t blocked by the snarl of trees that reached skyward; Richard tried his best to determine the time, finally figuring that it was well past noon.  Walking a bit further, they came upon a slight clearing with two downed logs perfect for them to sit upon. “Let’s rest here for a bit, alright?” Richard said. “Are you sure? Don’t you want to keep going so we can get out of here as soon as possible?” Christoph questioned.

“No, we’ve made pretty good time and we haven’t encountered anything, so I think we’ll be fine. Also I have some bread still left so we can have lunch.” Richard explained. “Awesome! I’m glad you have more willpower than I, I ate all of my bread hours ago.” Christoph exclaimed. Giving Christoph another bland look, Richard replied as he sat down “Yeah, if it weren’t for my will power we’d be nothing, but worm food since you can’t save anything even if your life depended on it.” Sitting down on the log opposite of Richard, Christoph sheepishly laughed as he ran his fingers through his wavy shoulder length hair.

Tearing the last of the bread in half Richard gave a piece to Christoph. As the two ate they talked about various things, the parents they missed, the lives they would’ve had, and the dreams they had for the future.  After the last of the bread was consumed the two males suddenly felt very drowsy, so drowsy that the two slid off of their seats into the soft mossy ground, falling asleep instantly.

 It seemed that Richard was correct about the forest; it was indeed enchanted, for floating above their slumbering bodies hovered a multitude of pixies laughing away at what they had done to the human children. The boys slept for hours, with many of the non-malevolent inhabitants of forest the watching over their prone forms as they dreamt of better lives.

To be continued...

Author's Comment: See? That wasn't too bad was it? *Dodges rotten fruit* Damn! Is that how you're gonna treat your Misstress after all the slashy goodness she's provided you with? *Dodges more fruit* I guess so *sniffle* My reader's are soo hard to please! *lol* (^_^)

This is Not a Love Song...er, I Mean Story!

Hey people! I know you're probably expecting more updates to either of my stories, but I have to get this off my chest since it's been plaguing me for a long while now  before I continue posting here, totally disregard this if you just want to read the stories already posted.


Alright... I've been reading fanfictions since I got my first computer in '99 when I was just an innocent eleven-year-old. One thing I've noticed in the various different fandoms I've dabbled in over the years that so-called 'dark' fics usually cause people to become very apprehensive. If you're not familiar with 'fanfiction lingo' a 'dark' fic is usually a story that involves anything from BDSM, murder, rape, abuse, self harm, etc . I've seen many a great writer abandon their stories due to people who hound them for writing about taboo subjects and that really pisses me off. Hell, it's the reason this blog exists, because where one story was originally hosted but it had to find a new home since some found it to be 'disturbing' (lol!). So much for freedom of expression, huh?

Why are so many people adverse to such subject matters when in print, but they gladly sit in front of the idiot box (the television) or shell out ridiculous amounts of their money to go see the latest blood bath at the theater? Or they turn on the evening news to hear about innocent children having bombs dropped on them as they sleep, yet they don't call the news station and complain about how violent and offensive it is to hear about such things. It seems as if stories that tackle real life situations are automatically shunned in favor of fluffy 'riding off into the sunset' trite stories.

 Perhaps it's because these people want to escape from reality that they find it disturbing to read about someone getting abused, who knows (or cares).  Humans murder, abuse, rape and steal; we are not good creatures as a whole and I guess that people are disturbed when others decide to shine a light on that aspect of our species, since it's usually covered by the thin cellophane called 'civility'. 'Dark fics' are simply just an introspective look into the dark side of the human psyche that many refuse to acknowledge.  

All I want to get across to current and future readers is that none, repeat, none of my stories are going to be vanilla romance novels, only dark, filthy, grimy, and bloody stories will be posted here.  I just cannot get my warped little mind to spew out a sappy love story, emotions like dissapointment and betrayal are easier for me to potray than love.

So to re-cap in case it hasn't sunk in yet: There will be no true 'romance' stories, and if you do see the word 'romance' on this website it's my idea of romance not the traditional sense of the word and if you don't like any of the subject matter here please do us all a favor and just click the back button.

Well, I'm done rambling! :P

*And now back to your regularly scheduled programming*

Insignificant Other: Part 15

Hey people! I bring to you the next chapter to the smutastic story Insignificant Other, it would've been up earlier in the day but I felt it wasn't up to par so I did some major re-editing. I'm still not too sure if I like how this chapter turned out, but I'll leave that for you to decide!

Now on to the story!!

Insignificant Other: Part 15

  Tatjana, still hanging from the tree a good forty minutes later she heard the discussion fall from its raucous tenor to a hushed whisper.  Then Christoph and Paul began to walk toward the house shoving each other in jest as they conversed among themselves. Meister then turned his gaze upon his bound pet and gave her a roguish smile, sat in his chair nonchalantly pulled out a newspaper from his black bag and proceeded to disregard her once again as he began to read.

The first to return was Paul holding what looked to be a wicker picnic basket in one hand and in the other hand two thin metal dog dishes stacked upon each other.  Frowning when she saw Paul place to the two bowls on the ground already catching on what they are going to do Tatjana feel her defiant spirit flare up as the degradation that was about to be foisted upon her.

Through narrowed eyes she watched Paul and Meister banter back and forth quietly, snickering at crude remarks. Then Christoph walked up holding some contraption that looked as if it were meant to hold someone in place, Tatjana felt a jolt of anticipation shoot down her spine at what that possibilities that device could bring. The new apparatus was place on the ground not too far from the three seats, and Christoph then joined the other two scheming men to see what the plans were and to inject any ideas of his own. 

Feeling a bead of sweat drip down her brow from the aching heat between her thighs, Tatjana knew that her Meister was purposely taking drawing out time so that she would become more scared and aroused as time ticked by.  Then Tatjana saw Meister take out a bottle of wine and a decadent looking chocolate cake from the basket and placed it onto the small table that was off to the right of his seat. She then saw Paul pop the cork of the wine bottle and he poured some of the red wine into one of the bowls on the ground and then took a swig of the bottle himself before he sat it back down.

Meister then cut the cake with a knife from the basket and placed a slice on three small plates that also came with the picnic basket. He then cut an fourth slice and placed into the empty dog bowl on the ground and then sauntered over to the trunk of the tree and untied Tatjana’s suspended leg so that she was now stand tip toe on both feet. Discarding the extra rope to the side, Meister then set about unwrapping the remaining rope from around the tree so that Tatjana would be standing normally.  Meister then walked over to where his slave was standing and unhooked her from the metal hook that previously suspended her awkwardly.

“On all fours, pet.” Meister commanded. Huffing silently Tatjana dropped to her hands and knees without question. “Toss me the leash Christoph.” She heard Meister say from behind her. Meister then attached the leash to her collar once it was thrown from where Christoph was seated. Nudging her forward with his boot on her bare ass, Meister followed behind Tatjana as she made her way toward where the other men sat. “Stop here, pet.” Meister sounded. Tatjana halted right in front of where the two dog bowls sat with food waiting to be consumed.

“Here’s some cake for you, pet. But the catch is you’ve got to eat it like the bitch you are. Now eat!” Meister ordered.  When Tatjana leaned forward, but failed to begin to eat Meister shoved her face into the cake and growled out “Eat!”  Pushing back against Meister’s hand trying to avoid getting cake up her nose, she sputtered as she gasped in a breath of air as she began to take bites of the cake. Feeling humiliated Tatjana continued to consume the dessert smearing bits of cake and icing all over her face. “Good girl.” Meister intoned behind her. He then grabbed her by her hair and shoved her face into the bowl containing the wine, laughing as she thrashed causing wine to fly all over the place.

Panting from having wine go up her nose Tatjana let out an impressive growl for someone her size muttered out a quiet “Bastard.” Causing the other men sitting down to laugh, then she felt Meister wrenching her backwards by her hair roughly causing her to squeal in pain. Meister bit out “What the fuck did you say to me bitch?” Putting her nose in the air defiantly and closing her eyes, she ignored her Meister.  Meister then laughed a laugh so low and rumbling, Tatjana could feel it vibrate through her body.  Meister drew back from her and then kicked her over roughly and then dragged her stunned body through the grass over to the wooden device. “You want to act like a bitch? Well we’re gonna treat you like a bitch. Meet the breeding stand.” Meister snarled out as he held her up by her collar as if she were a disobedient puppy. “Originally it was for guaranteeing that a female dog bred with a selected stud, but now it’s been modified for human bitches that need to be strapped down and used like the sluts they are.” He informed.

Picking her petite form up like it was nothing, Meister placed her hips on to a piece of wood with soft cushioning inside that curved around the hips on each side. He then tightened the straps at the end of each curved piece of wood securing her hips so that she couldn’t escape. Meister then forced Tatjana to rest her neck onto the cushioned curved wood in front of her and strapped her neck in also. Walking around her prone form Meister when over to the small table and picked up the newspaper he had been reading earlier, he then rolled the thick folds of paper up tightly and strolled back over to Tatjana. Looking up at her Meister fiercely, absolutely abhorring at the sticky feel of the cake and wine upon her visage Tatjana’s lip curled in anger.

Grinning ferociously at his pet’s newfound unruliness Meister said in a mocking voice “Aw, how cute the little puppy is trying to bear its fangs. Too bad we have to establish early on that it can’t bite that hand that feeds.” He then smacked the rolled up paper across each side of her face and on her nose repeatedly. Meister then leaned down and yanked her hair cruelly; he then leaned forward and licked up the side of her jawline to her ear moaning in approval when he tasted the sweet mixture of wine and chocolate on her skin. “My puppy has such a filthy little mouth, I think her mouth needs to be filled so we don’t hear her voice polluting the air anymore.” He purred into her ear making her shiver.

Meister then turned to look at Christoph and Paul who were watching the sight keenly. “What do you think guys?” He questioned. “Yeah, I’ve got something stuff her little throat with.” Christoph replied as he stood and walked toward Meister. “I’ve got something to shut her up too.” Paul verbalized sardonically.

Meister then moved out of Christoph’s way and went to stand behind Tatjana’s exposed rear. Christoph took out his straining length from his pants and shoved it into Tatjana’s face, rubbing the tip on her lips. When she just kept looking despondently at the ground her he then slapped his hard cock across her cheek and then pinched her nose closed and waited for her to instinctually take a breath.  Losing the battle and needing air badly she opened her mouth to inhale but was stopped by a dick being shoved down her throat.

Crying out in surprise at the insistent member began to move further down her throat, Tatjana tried to relax her throat so she wouldn’t choke as tears welled up in her eyes. “Good girl. Swallow my cock.” Christoph crooned as he thrust his cock down her throat. Standing next to Christoph with his dick out, hard and ready, Paul waited for Christoph to let him shove his own cock down the captive woman’s hot throat. Meister watched rivetedly as the two men shared his little pet’s mouth, focusing intently every time they tried to fit both of their cocks into her mouth making her writhe in her restraints and cry out as they just laughed and attempted again.

Meister began to rub on Tatjana’s neglected pussy and then swirled his finger around her swollen nub. Choking around Paul’s cock, Tatjana let out a satisfied hiss as she felt Meister’s expert fingers manipulating her under stimulated core delightfully. Meister then used his free hand to slap her as causing her to jerk forward in surprise and swallow the cock in her mouth further down her throat. While he still played with her dripping wet pussy, Meister grabbed onto the tail attached to the plug engulfed in her ass and pulled it out so that only the tip was still inside of her. Tatjana moaned around the two cocks that filled the confines of her small mouth earning her a stinging slap across her face. “Remain silent you worthless little cunt.” Christoph sneered as he tried to fit more of his cock down her throat.

Meister wrapped the tail around his fist and then pushed the entire plug back into Tatjana’s ass, enjoying the way her body tensed at being filled again.  Tatjana was breathless and gasping from the relentless way that Schneider and Paul were fucking her mouth; her jaw felt like it would break with the next rough thrust.  She then felt something thick and insistent prodding at her folds and she recognized it as her Meister’s heavy girth teasing her aching entrance. Meister then pulled the butt plug out again by the tail and then lined his cock up with her pussy and thrust both in at the same time making her let out a strangled moan at being so completely filled.

Tatjana felt another slap across her face, but she didn’t care at all, the sting only adding fuel to the fire between her legs where Meister’s thick cock filled her needy little hole.  “Such a tight little bitch.” Meister purred from behind her as he began to drive his hips forward. Tatjana sucked harder on the current cock filling her greedy little mouth as she felt the heady pleasure from Meister’s hard thrusts jolt through her body.  Meister then ran his hands along her rib cage teasingly as he thrust evenly within her, feeling her start to tense up at the ticklish sensations. He then began to apply more pressure with his fingertips over her rib cage making her whine out around Paul’s cock, causing the men to laugh at her predicament.

As Meister still pounded away at her sopping wet cunt while he tickled her Tatjana tried to squirm and wriggle in her restraints at the multitude of sensations that were assaulting her body. Seeing that their little fuck toy was beginning to misbehave again, Christoph pulled his cock from Tatjana’s overstuffed mouth and went to go retrieve the thorny branch from earlier. Standing with both legs on either side of her body Christoph watched fixedly as Meister delivered thrust after jarring thrust into Tatjana’s willing body as he tickled her relentlessly. Seeing Tatjana begin to struggle anew, Christoph struck the branch across her still healing back laughing sadistically when he saw spots of blood bubble up from the scars.

Yelping in pain around Paul’s cock, she felt tears prick her eyes as she felt the thorns of the branch tear her flesh as Schneider slammed it upon her abused skin repeatedly. Her vision began to blur at the contrasting feelings, and her mind could no longer think clearly. Paul then thrust deeply in to her exhausted mouth a few more times and then spent his seed on her face, smearing it all over with the head of his cock. Paul laughed at the sulky look that made its way on Tatjana’s soiled countenance as he walked away to sit and recover from the day’s activities.

Still hammering harshly into his pet’s pliable flesh, Meister grabbed onto the plug once more and began to move it within Tatjana at the same pace as thrusting. Moaning heatedly at what her Meister was doing to her body she quickly stopped vocalizing her pleasure when Christoph stepped back in to view; smiling cruelly at her. Tatjana’s face twisted into a scornful look making Christoph laugh mockingly at the sullied woman who still found it in her to be willful when she had no such privileges. Schneider then took the rose branch and drug it roughly along her cheek, chuckling as her eyes scrunched shut in pain. He then pulled the branch back a little and then slashed it across her supple skin taking delight in the thin red welts the thorns left.

Yanking her hair forcefully, Meister said brusquely “Open your disgusting little mouth and suck Christoph’s cock.” With a sneer plastered on her own face Tatjana did not comply, instead she just stared challengingly into Christoph’s piercing blue eyes. Smirking darkly Christoph said to Meister “I don’t think our little toy wants to cooperate.”  “Really? Is that true dear pet?” Meister cooed from behind Tatjana. When she didn’t respond Meister leaned over her back and bit her ear hard enough to draw blood making her open her mouth to scream. Christoph shoved his cock into Tatjana’s open mouth, effectively silencing her.

The two men began to simultaneously use their slave’s body for their pleasure, both burying themselves as deep as they could in their respective orifices. Resigning to the fact that she couldn’t ‘fight the power’ Tatjana ceased her defiance for the time being, hoping her acquiescence would at least allow her to cum.  Feeling his climax drawing near, Meister let out a guttural moan as he felt his pet’s silky walls fluttering around his throbbing shaft. He then changed the angle of his pounding as he clawed at her sides wildly leaving raised welt marks in his wake.

Eyes rolling in the back of her head at the new angle of penetration she felt, Tatjana tried to hold back her cries of pleasure knowing Christoph would just use the chance to shove his cock further down her already sore throat. Christoph felt his balls tighten signaling his imminent release; he pinched the confined woman’s nose shut reveling in the way she struggled to no avail to try and take a breath. Thrusting harshly a few more times, Schneider pulled his cock from the choking female’s mouth and sprayed his cum about her face, laughing as she growled when some of his sticky cum got into her eyes.

Covered in a sheen of sweat that accentuated his undulating muscles, Meister leaned forward and licked at the droplets of coagulating blood that clung to his pet’s glistening skin. Shivering at the coppery taste of her blood, Meister released a beastly yowl shooting his scalding hot load into Tatjana’s pussy. Meister pulled his cock out of his slave and began to walk toward the house, signaling for the other men to follow him. Regaining her wits upon seeing what was transpiring, Tatjana shouted “H-hey! What about me? You said you’d let me cum!”

Laughing deeply and turning slightly to face her, Meister said “I said if I felt like letting you cum. I made no promises to you, even if I did that doesn’t mean I have to keep them.” He then turned and continued walking back to the house laughing at the long string of obscenities that were expelled from his slave’s mouth.

Author's Comment: So what do you guys think? I think this chapter was so-so since I wrote when I was half sleep, I may revise it at a later date if I feel it's not good enough. Well that's all for now folks! As always your comments are always wonderful as they help me gauge the goodness/crappyness of my writing.

Change of Skin: Chapter Four (part one)

Hey people! Here's the next chapter of Change of Skin, I know I promised to add more of Insignificant Other but this story keeps compelling me to write it, so I adhered to my plot muse and did just that. So without further delay I present to you chapter four:

[Chapter 4: Adored pt. one]

Walking unhurriedly Christoph continued on his way home deep in contemplation, failing to notice that all the streetlights behind him were steadily going out. ‘He said they are watching me, but for what? What would they want from me?’ Christoph pondered. Realizing that he was back in front of the temple again, Christoph finally saw that it was pitch black on the road he stood where normally it was quite well lit. Something bright caught his eye, and he turned to look up at the stained glass All Seeing Eye illuminated on the building. Then a scream rent the air causing Christoph to almost jump out of his skin.  Then more strange sounds could be heard, seemingly coming from the temple.

Gathering his nerves, Christoph nodded to himself and decided to ascend the stairs of the temple. He wanted to see if he could ascertain any information from listening through the door. Placing a shaking hand on the door and leaning to press his ear against the cold surface, Christoph listened intently. Within the bowels of the temple he could hear various different sounds, some that sounded like people screaming in either bliss or abject pain. The other voices he heard sounded like men cheering as if they were watching sport. And the other sound he heard, he could not place, it sounded like a snarling beast but there was a pattern to the growling...as if it were communicating to those around it. 

Christoph scrunched his brow at what he heard, not being able to decipher the meaning of any of it. Suddenly a sharp pain flooded his head causing him to fall away from the door.  The voice of the man from the library sounded in his mind as his cold blue eyes flashed in his conscious. “Do not linger in front the temple on Goldendämmerung Strasse.” Christoph then felt something thick and wet trickle out of his nose. Putting his hand up to wipe the liquid away, he blanched when he saw that it was his blood. Scrambling to get up, he flew down the stairs and pretty much ran all the way home earning weird looks from the few people that were still out.

Finally making it home and locking the door behind himself and breathing a sigh of relief, he called out for Paul. When no response was heard, Christoph sprawled out on the couch exhausted from sprinting back home. As he laid there his body began to relax, but Christoph tried to fight the sluggish feeling off and lost the battle to slumber.

{Christoph’s Dream}

“Mother…Mother?”  An eleven year old Christoph said as he pulled on his mother’s sleeve.

“Yes, what is it Christoph?” His mother asked, finally acknowledging him. “Why are we leaving father? And why do we have to go separately? I don’t want to go on the train by myself.” Christoph whined, not quite understanding the situation.

Sighing and looking around to make sure no one was near; she knelt down and grasped Christoph’s small hand in her own. “We must leave your father because he is not a good man. He wants to involve you in things... that I don’t approve of.” She explained. “You mean the family business.” Christoph asked innocently. “Yes, the so-called family business.” His mother said cryptically.

“But why are we leaving because of that? Don’t we need the family business so we can have money.” Christoph countered. Heaving a sigh at her child’s inquisitiveness she replied “Yes, but when something is wrong and it goes against ones morals, it does not matter how much wealth is attained . There is much you don’t yet understand, but you will in due time my son.” She kissed his head. “Now come your train has arrived, your aunt shall retrieve you from the station in Dresden and from there she will bring you to my hotel. Understand?” She said. Nodding his head solemnly, Christoph allowed his mother to lead him to the train.

Pulling him into an embrace, she said in voice choked with tears. “Remember I love you and if anything happens to me avoid your father at all costs and remember to remain pure in heart in mind.” With that statement, his mother kissed him once more on the face, handed him his luggage bag and pushed him onto the train.  “Good bye, Mother!” Christoph shouted as the train began to depart.

{End Dream}

Waking up with tears in his eyes at the last memory of his mother, Christoph tried to sit up but found that his body was paralyzed. Struggling to get up again the pressure increased on his chest pushing him further into the couch, he then tried to cry out but found out that his mouth could open but his voice wouldn’t work.  Trying to thrash around more to dislodge himself from the couch, he was pressed even further into the couch; now looking as if the couch was trying to swallow him whole. What made the situation more terrifying was that the more he struggled the more prevalent an incorporeal growl could be heard throughout the room. Christoph then stopped struggling, eyes darting about the room trying to place the frightful sound but finding nothing.

Then the hem of his shirt began to rise on its own accord and Christoph began his struggle anew earning an even more beastly sound that seemed to come from right next to his ear. His shirt continued to be pulled upward until all of his creamy skin was exposed. By now he had given up fighting and was panting heavily as he waited to see what would occur next, still unable to move. The growling had decreased to a low rumble as if sensing that Christoph had stopped his attempts at escape. Christoph then felt hands, no, claws being trailed slowly up and down his torso, stopping to circle around his nipples. Christoph let out a breathly sigh at the feeling of his nipples being toyed with and he then heard what sounded like a pleased growl. Realizing that he was enjoying the attentions of who knows what, he began his fight once more, this time earning thin scratches along his ribs; causing his mouth to hang open but no sound escaped.

Suddenly the front door burst open and Paul stumbled through drunkenly. As soon the paralysis was lifted from his body and he flung himself away from the couch and ran straight for the bathroom to expel the contents of his stomach. Seeing his friend scramble to the bathroom the way he did, Paul  walked over to the door to the toilet “A-are you alright?” He slurred a bit. After hearing retching for a few more seconds, the weak reply came “Yeah, I’m fine. Give me a sec and I’ll be out.” At hearing that Paul went to go sit upon the couch not trusting his legs to hold him up much longer.

Flushing the toilet and standing, Christoph then picked up his tooth brush and began to brush the nasty taste from his mouth. Once he was satisfied with the cleanliness of his mouth, he then stepped back and began to lift his shirt; pausing in fear that what he’d just experienced may have actually occurred. Lifting the shirt further he saw the tell-tale abrasions informing him that what he’d felt earlier was indeed real. Letting his shirt fall back down into place, he mechanically left the bathroom. Wary of the couch, Christoph sat in an arm chair to the right of Paul.

Wanting to banish the ordeal from his mind for the time being he turned to Paul and began to speak. “So how was the party? It must’ve been a lot of fun if you’re just now getting back today.”

Looking over at Christoph with a spark in his eye, Paul replied “You don’t even know the half of it! Those rich boys sure to know how to party, I’ve never had so much fun in my life!” Raising an eyebrow Christoph asked “Really? What made this party better than any other party you’ve attended?”

“Well for starters, it was a nude all-male party and all of the guys were spectacular. Then there’s the fact that I got to do the dirty with Richard. The only weird part was that everyone was wearing these weird masks, you know like the old Venetian ones? Though in retrospect that made things interesting in it’s own way.” Paul rambled.  Absorbing the information a question manifested in Christoph’s mind. “Was Till there?” “Yes, he was there.” Paul replied and the quickly added when he saw the look upon his friend’s face. “Till only stayed for a few minutes though , and he was clothed. He asked about you and said that he’d be trying to contact you really soon.”

Perking up a bit at that information Christoph smiled a small smile. “Well, I’m glad you had fun, my night was far less eventful.” He said though he knew it was anything but uneventful. “Well Richard said you are welcome to come the next time he throws a party.” Paul placated. Shaking his head in the negative and smirking a bit, Christoph said “No, I think I’ll pass. That doesn’t sound like my scene.” Scrunching his nose in distaste, Paul retorted mockingly “Listen to you! ‘That doesn’t sound like my scene.’ That is the reason you are still a virgin.” Rolling his eyes at Paul’s words, Christoph picked up the remote to the TV intent on shutting Paul up before he continued on his ‘This is why you’re a virgin’ tirade.

The scene on the television was a familiar one to Christoph, the news caster was standing outside the house of the psychic he had visited last night. “Somewhere between 12.00 and 3.00 this morning a local psychic was brutally murdered. Authorities are saying that this killing seems to be a possible ritual killing due to the symbols painted on the wall with the victim’s own blood. Currently they are not releasing how the man was killed, but this is the first ritual killing in the city since the mid-eighties when cult activity was quite prevalent. Now back to you Hans.” The news caster finished and then the weather began to play. Feeling the bile rise up in his throat, Christoph threw himself from the chair and stiffly walked to the bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower, I’ll be out soon.” He tossed over his shoulder.

Turning the shower knob to hot, he stripped himself of his clothing and stood under the warm spray. Christoph closed his eyes, trying to block out the vision of the body bag being carried from the house. Leaning onto the cold tiles he began to sink down to the floor of the tub, with his hands on his face. ‘What the hell is going on? Why was he having all of these dreams suddenly? What the fuck clawed him earlier? And was that psychic killed by the very people he had warned him about?’ Christoph thought frantically. None of this was making any sense, the more he searched for answers the more confused he became but none of this stopped his hunger to know more.

A hash knock startled him out of his deep contemplation. “Christoph!? Are  you alright? You’ve been in there for an hour!” He heard Paul’s voice on the other side of the door. “Y-yes! I’m fine, I’m almost done.” Christoph replied shakily. Hearing Paul walk away, he pushed himself up into a standing position and began to quickly wash his body. Not five minutes later he was out and drying himself off, realizing he hadn’t brought any clean clothing with him he wrapped the towel securely around his waist and left the steamy bathroom.

Heading to his room and throwing on a band shirt and some black jeans, he put more vigor into his step when he realized he had to be at work in less than thirty minutes. “Fuck!” He cursed knowing his boss was going to bitch him out. Exiting his room and walking over to the kitchen and tossing a piece of bread into the toaster, he called over his shoulder. “Paul, do you want anything to eat?” Only hearing light snoring in response, he snorted in laughter and said to himself. “Figures, plus I’m sure he’s had more than enough to eat where he was.”

Snatching the toasted bread from the toaster and hissing at how hot it was, he stuck the bread into his mouth ignoring the pain and sat down to lace his boots up. Standing up and leaving the apartment, he rushed down the street, intermittently taking large bites of his toast.

He finally made it to his job, twenty minutes late. After getting bitched out by his boss, he fell into his usual routine at work; cleaning, manning the register and generally pretending to be busy. When business trickled down to almost nothing around lunch time, Christoph took the opportunity to look through his favorite drumming magazine. Sighing wistfully, wishing he still had his drum set, he flipped through the pages, looking covetously at the shiny drum sets displayed in on the page. Sighing again, he lamented in his mind about how he would kill to just have the bass drum he used to play in military school, he missed making music dearly.

Hearing the bell above the door ringing signaling the entrance of another customer, Christoph quickly looked up from what he was reading intent on greeting the person who walked in but his voice caught in his throat at the vision before him. Standing there regally was Till dressed in cream colored suit with a black shirt and cream colored tie underneath the jacket. Almost drooling at the statuesque man, Christoph thought he had to be the only man in the world that could look downright sinful in such a pure color.

“Hello Christoph.” He purred in the sensuous voice of his. Regaining his wits, Christoph greeted him shyly. “H-hello Till. What are you doing here?” Smiling warmly at Christoph’s bashfulness, Till came closer and leaned languidly on the countertop. “Why I’m here to see you.” He said as his deep blue eyes roam Christoph’s body. “How did you know that I work here?” Christoph asked confused.

Smiling slyly Till replied as he reached out and caressed Christoph’s cheek “I have my ways.” Trembling at the feeling of his fingers tracing his jawline Christoph mumbled out “I-is there anything I can help you with?” A fire lit up behind Till’s eyes and he smiled a smile that could rival a shark as he brushed his thumb over Christoph’s soft lips. “There are many things you can help me with, Christoph.” At that statement Christoph let out a soft moan as he felt a heat pool in his lower abdomen.

Pulling away from Till as he heard his boss make his way out into the store front he heard an angry “What the hell is going on up here Christoph? I don’t pay you to converse with your friends! You know why don’t you just clock out for the day and don’t bother coming in tomorrow. If I need you then I’ll call you, until then get out of my store.”

Walking to the back, Christoph clocked out angrily almost breaking the keyboard in rage. Returning to the front expecting to see Till waiting for him, his face scrunched up in confusion and he stormed out of the building. He stopped when he saw that Till was leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette. “I’m sorry if I got you in to trouble.” Till apologized. “It’s not your fault, that guy is a total shithead. That was bound to happen eventually, I can tell he’s wanted to get rid of me for a while.” Christoph explained. “Well since you have no other pressing obligations, would you like to spend some time with me?” Asked Till.

Crossing his arms over his chest defensively, Christoph answered “What makes you think that I don’t have anything else to do?” Laughing out right at Christoph, Till responded “Well what other things does an eighteen year old have to do that’s important?” Huffing angrily, knowing that the older man was right, he didn’t have anything else to do he said. “You’re right I don’t have shit else to do. So what did you have in mind?” Taking a drag of his cigarette, Till grinned and said “Would you like to visit my estate?” Fighting back the urge to roll his eyes at the formality that Till used in his everyday speech, Christoph agreed. “Yeah, that’s cool. Only if you give me a cigarette though.”

Laughing at the request, Till produced a cigarette and handed it to Christoph and then lit his cigarette for him with an expensive looking lighter. “Holy shit! Is that a real gold lighter?” Christoph exclaimed. Looking at the lighter as if it were just an ordinary lighter one picks up at a supermarket, Till replied “Yes, what of it?” “What do you mean ‘what of it?’! Very few people carry around 24 karat gold lighters, you aren’t worried that someone will try to mug you for it?” Christoph said incredulously.  Till’s eyes darkened a bit “I highly doubt that someone would want to accost me for a mere lighter, and if they did they’d regret it…eternally.” He stated matter of factly. “What are you a trained fighter or something?” Christoph questioned. Smirking a bit Till simply replied “You could say that.”

“Come let us be on our way.” Till said as he tossed his cigarette away and took Christoph by the hand, leading him to a red convertible. “Is this what I think it is?” Christoph asked astounded. “If by it you mean a 1965 Mustang, then yes you are correct.” Till said smugly. “How the hell did you get this?” Christoph marveled as he slid into the black leather seat.  “Let’s just say it’s the spoils from the family business.” Till then started the ignition and the car growled to life. ‘The family business, huh?’ Christoph thought to himself, thinking about how much he heard that phrase as a child.

Author's Comment: YAY! Another chapter down! I know there was a lot of dialogue but  the build up is very important to this story. But worry not! The slash will soon be delivered, there's gonna be so much slash that you'll be sick of it!  Scratch that, we all know there's no way in hell one can get sick of slash, especially hardcore, steamy, bloody slash! *drool* Until next time, my wonderful readers! (P.S.: I love you guys! You rock! :P)

Change of Skin: Chapter Three

Hey everyone! I saw that there is some general interest in this story which is fucking awesome so I decided to post the next chapter so we can start getting closer to the juicy parts that I'm just dying to write. So here's the next chapter, it reveals a bit more about Christoph.

Change of Skin

[Chapter 3: Breathe]

Christoph woke up screaming at the top of his lungs, and Paul came bursting through the door alarmed. “What’s wrong Christoph? Are you alright?” Paul asked concerned. Christoph had calmed down considerably, though he was still breathing heavily. “It’s nothing Paul. I’m fine; I just had a nightmare that’s all.” Christoph said.  “Are you sure? You were screaming loud enough to wake the dead!” Paul exclaimed.

Rubbing some of the sweat from his brow, Christoph replied “It was just a nightmare, everyone has them.”  “Ok, if you say you’re alright, you must be. That must’ve been one heck of a dream.” Paul said, trying to get Christoph to talk about it. Sensing what Paul was trying to do and wanting to change the subject, Christoph grabbed his pillow and struck Paul in this face with it. “Mmpf!” Came Paul’s shocked cry. Laughing Christoph continued his assault on Paul’s small form until he had the man begging for mercy. “Alright, alright! I get the point! I’ll give you your privacy, but when you’re ready come out and eat. I’ve already made breakfast, well more like brunch seeing as it’s almost afternoon.” Paul then stood and exited the room.

As soon as Paul left Christoph’s body slumped forward and he clutched his pillow to his chest. That dream had felt too real, he felt every aspect of that dream and could even remember the smell of the incense that was being burned. Shuddering at the memory, he wondered if that were a repressed memory or if it truly were a dream. Pushing the disturbing thoughts aside, he rose from the bed gathered some clothing and went to go take a long hot shower.

Emerging from the bathroom and feeling a little bit less tense than earlier, he sat down to the table and began to quietly consume his breakfast. Paul was sitting on the couch in front of the television, probably to give him some space. Smiling faintly, Christoph thought about how much he really cared about Paul. Without him he’d probably still be wandering around on the streets, jumping at every shadow that crossed his path. The man found him one night asleep on a bench in the park and then invited Christoph back to his home offering him a permanent place to stay. Despite Paul’s tendency to be a bit overbearing, he was a great friend who also didn’t try to pry too much into Christoph’s history, something of which he appreciated very much.

Finishing his meal and clearing his plate, Christoph plopped down on the couch next to Paul. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” Paul questioned without looking away from the television. “No, the boss cut my hours severely. He says that he may close the shop soon, but don’t worry I have mon-.“  Paul waved his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it, it’s not a big deal. I trust you and I know you’ll make sure to pay when you have the funds.” Smiling warmly, Christoph decided to divulge a bit of information to his friend. “Guess what I did last night?” Christoph asked. Still not turning away from the  TV, Paul said “What? You know I fell asleep waiting up for you.” Rolling his eyes some when Paul began to nag like a housewife, Christoph supplied “I was out with Till, he took me to dinner.”  A sound of excitement escaped from Paul as he swiftly turned to face Christoph. “I can’t believe it! I’m so happy for you! Tell me all the details.” Paul rambled.

Laughing at Paul’s antics, Christoph explained how his night went and how he ran into Till on his way home. Each detail earned him an ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ from Paul, “He sounds like he’s really interested in you, I’m pretty sure you’ll be hearing from him again.” Paul gushed. “I’ve also got good news too, Richard called me yesterday and asked me to come to party at his house tonight! Isn’t that awesome?!” Paul prattled. Nodding his head, happy for his friend, but slightly off put by the information Paul just shared with him, he stood and stretched.

“I’m glad for you Paul. He seemed like he liked you a lot too. I’m gonna go out for a while, I’m not sure when I’ll be back but you’ll probably be gone by then anyway.” Christoph said and then the two men exchanged good byes and Christoph exited the apartment.

Once he hit the pavement he let his feet guide him to his destination. Walking for a while Christoph ended right back in front of that mysterious temple again and was paralyzed as he gazed upon it. Suddenly the burning he felt during the dream he had returned full force, causing him to bend forward curling into the pain. “The Gregori are watching…” A voiced whispered into his ear and Christoph whipped his head in the direction the voice came from finding nothing but an empty space. Standing upright once more as the burning left his body, his hair stood on end as he gazed at the Eye staring accusingly at him from the building.

Forcing his body to move from the spot, he stiffly but hurriedly walked down the sidewalk , intent on putting as much distance between that place and himself as possible. Walking further down the road, he came upon a large old library, probably one of the oldest in the city. Feeling bound to enter this place, Christoph grabbed the golden handle of the door and pulled it open. Upon entering the building Christoph immediately felt overwhelmed at the sheer amount of books stored with in this building. Spotting the stairs, he wandered up them letting his feet guide him once more.

Once he reached the second floor and walked over to the rows of books, scanning them all trying to locate what his instincts were telling him to. Finding the section he needed, he ripped several books from the shelves and stalked over to the nearest table. Flipping through the books like a mad man, he absorbed any and all information he found there, though he didn’t find anything yet pertaining to what he was looking for. Feeling his hackles rise, Christoph jumped and went rigid when he heard a quiet voice behind him “That’s quite heavy reading for one such as you.”

Turning in his chair to face the stranger, he laid his eyes upon an extremely tall and lanky man, with shoulder length blonde hair and striking blue eyes that his black wiry framed glasses seemed to complement. “Who are you?” Christoph asked confused to as why this man was seemingly reading over his shoulders. “My name is Christian, but everyone calls me Flake for a reason I care not to discuss. I work here, now again, I ask why are you reading such literature.” Flake said stiffly. Frowning a bit, not liking this man’s brusque nature he begrudgingly began to explain his situation for some reason unknown to him. “You see I had this…dream about my mother who’s been long  deceased and in it she mentioned something called the Gregori and the Ein Soph and I just want to know what, or who they are.” He said exasperatedly.

Walking over to the table and snatching up the books sprawled there, Flake said “Well you won’t find your answers in these books. A word of advice, stay away from reading such material. You do not have the… fortitude to ward off anything that may come from delving into this subject matter.” Flake then began walk away, but then paused. “Also do not linger in front the temple on Goldendämmerung Strasse, unless you want to invite more misfortune into your life.” With that said the man continued on and seemingly disappeared in to the endless sea of books that was the library.

Shaking off the creepy feelings the strangely beautiful man gave him, Christoph stood and left, grumbling to himself that no one tells him what to do or read. He was intent in figuring out his dreams and he could only think of one other place where he could possibly attain help. Exiting the building he continued on, noticing how low the sun was in the sky and wondering why it seemed as though he was losing track of time lately. Walking further and entering the more residential area of the city, Christoph finally stood outside of his last destination.

Striding up the stairs of the house that had a neon sign that read 'Psychic' he knocked on the door. “We’re closed come back another time.” A voice sounded on the other side of the door. “Please, I really need your help. It’s very important to me.” Christoph pleaded. “Yeah, well that’s what they all say.” Came the impolite response. “Look I’ll pay you extra if you can see if you can help me.” Christoph then pulled out a wad of cash and pushed it through the mail slot on the door. Hearing the man sigh on the other side of the door and the ‘click’ of the locks being released and a tall bald man let Christoph in. “Straight to the back, through the black door, have a seat and make yourself at home.” The man said as he stuck his head out the front door and looked around as if someone was waiting in the shadows.

Sitting down on the plush chair, Christoph waited for the psychic to join him in the dimly lit room. “Would you like anything to drink?” The tall man asked. “No , I’m alright thank you though.” Christoph replied. Sighing the man sat down on the opposite side of the table. ”Christoph, I know the answers you seek, but it’s not my place to answer them.” He explained putting his hand up to silence the other man. “You have so many questions swimming throughout your young mind, things someone your age shouldn’t even know about.” Christoph interrupted “Look, I’ve paid you more than I should’ve please don’t deny me the answers I need. At least just tell me who the Gregori are.”

The bald man looked stricken when Christoph mentioned the Gregori, closing his eyes he answered “They are a force to be reckoned with, or perhaps a better term would be revered. They control most aspects of human life, deciding how things operate on this plane of existence and others too. Many have believed that they are dead, an ancient religion that died out,and that they weren't exactly human or that they never existed, but they did exist and still do.” Then the man paused and looked piercingly into Christoph’s eyes.

“The watchers watch you too.” The psychic’s voice resounded with in Christoph’s head. The large man stood quickly and pulled Christoph gently from his seat. “You must go now, I’ve told you more than enough. More than I should have.” He whispered sharply as he pulled Christoph towards the front door. “But-“ Christoph started. “No, you really must go now, for both of our sakes.” With that statement the psychic shooed Christoph out of the door and slammed it shut, quickly locking all of the locks on the door.

Shaking off how frantic that man was acting, Christoph failed to hear the commotion with in the residence that he’d just left. Sighing and feeling more lost than he had before, he looked at the large harvest moon hanging grandly in the sky, taking in its auburn hue and feeling something was amiss. Shrugging the feeling off, he turned to the direction of home and began the lengthy trek back.

Author's Comment: It's getting interesting, no? Well I for one think so. I also think this story is coming together quite nicely, so expect another chapter soon possibly tonight but I make no promises. Also Till is in the next chapter and we find out how the party went for Paul so that should be incentive enough to read, right? *puppy dog eyes*

A Nice Treat for My Dear Readers.

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