Kann Denn Liebe Sünde Sein? (Chapter Eight)

Kann Denn Liebe Sünde Sein?

[Chapter 8: Awakened]

Running his hands through his slightly damp hair, Richard unlocked the door to his room; a grin plastered on his face. Stepping in to the room he heard the shower running, signaling that Christoph was now awake. Digging through his bag, Richard was in search of something to wear for the day. Hearing the bathroom door click open, Richard looked up to see Christoph step out of the bathroom. “Hey, how are you feeling?” Richard asked. “Better than I did last night. Thanks for that medicine; I’m sure I’d be feeling like shit without it.” The boy said. Richard shook his head and smiled. “Don’t thank me, it was Paul that gave it to me.” At the mention of Paul, Christoph’s face became solemn. “I’m sorry for-“ Richard put his hand up. “Don’t worry about it, you were messed up so technically it wasn’t your fault for having loose lips.” Christoph nodded at that. “So what’s with the goofy grin?”

Richard only grinned wider. “Nothing.”  Christoph raised an eyebrow. “Do you really expect me to believe that? Especially since you were gone before I woke up. Let me guess, you saw Father Lindemann?” Richard nodded. “Well spill! What happened?!” Christoph asked excitedly. “I dunno if I should tell you.” Richard said still smiling. “Oh come on! Stop teasing me!” Christoph whined.  “Alright! But I’m not giving details.” Richard stated. Christoph pouted, but agreed. “He and I…We messed around in the church.” Richard said. Christoph’s eyes got glassy. “Really?!” “Yeah really. Father Lindemann, I mean Till, has a really kinky side.” Richard explained further. “Oooh! You’re on a first name basis with him!?” Christoph asked.

“Yep, I sure am.” Richard said smugly. “Wow, he must really be interested in you. So what are your plans for the day?” Christoph questioned. “Well later on tonight I’m gonna go meet  up with Till, but other than that nothing. I haven’t even gone to bed yet.” Richard said as he rubbed his eyes. “Damn! You haven’t gone to bed yet? Well I was going to go study for that biology test we have on Monday,so you’ll be able to get some beauty sleep while I’m gone. “ Christoph said as he stood up. “Alright. How long are you going to be gone?” Richard asked, laying down on his bed. “I’m going to stay out as long as I can so I won’t disturb you. What time do you want me to wake you?” The other boy asked.

“Wake me before dinner so I can jump in the shower before we eat.” He said. “Okay. See you this evening.” Christoph said walking out the door. “Later.” Came the reply.

Several hours later Richard was gently awaked by his friend and went to take a hot shower. Standing under the steaming hot spray, Richard bathed himself as he thought about later that night. ‘I wonder what Till wants to talk about. Knowing him he probably doesn’t even want to talk, he doesn’t seem to be particularly verbose.’  Lathering his body up, he felt his cock began to stir at the thought of Till just pushing him up against a wall and ravishing him. ‘Gods, I don’t need to work myself up now.’

Speeding up the process of cleaning his body before he had to take care of himself, Richard finally finished and got out of the shower. After going through his normal primping, Richard finally left the humid bathroom. When he stepped out of the other room, he found Christoph staring at him brazenly. Wondering at why the other boy was looking at him in such an uncharacteristic fashion, Richard looked down at himself and realized he was still shirtless. Smirking at bit to himself, still feeling a bit aroused from his shower; he decided to tease the boy a little. Looking directly at Christoph and narrowing his eyes, he slowly began to saunter over to where he was sitting on his bed; taking delight in how the boy’s eyes seemed to grow larger with every step. When he finally came to stand before Christoph he ran his hand through the boy’s soft wavy locks, and then straddled his lap; smirking at the slight gasp that escaped his slightly parted lips.

Leaning in and holding back a groan when he felt Christoph’s erection brush against his crotch, Richard whispered against his lips. “Tell me something Christoph. You’ve never been with another male before, have you?” Christoph broke eye contact and began to blush. “Come on, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Richard said. Looking back up into Richard’s crisp blue eyes Christoph began to sputter. “N-no I’ve never…” Smirking again, Richard prodded.

“You’ve never what? C’mon you can say it.” Sighing lightly, Christoph finally answered. “No, I’ve never had sex with another man. There I said it!” Leaning back and then standing, Richard began to laugh. “Ha! I knew it!” Christoph grabbed a pillow and smacked Richard with it. “You ass! You did all of that just to find that out? You could’ve just asked like a normal person you know!” Still laughing a bit, Richard replied “Yeah, I could’ve asked you normally, but then it would’ve been less fun that way.” He then turned to pick up his shirt that he left on his bed, missing the longing look Christoph cast his way.

“Plus…” Richard began as he pulled his shirt over his head. “You know you liked it anyway. Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t.”  At that Richard spun around, hands on his hips and an arched brow raised. Christoph trying to appear challenging, but failing miserably eventually backed down and said. “Yeah you’re right I did like it. Now let’s go eat dinner.” He finished, trying to change the subject. “Alright.” Richard said following behind the other boy. Wanting to rile him up one last time, Richard slapped Christoph’s ass; causing the boy to jump in surprise and give Richard and odd look. Richard just responded with one of his charming smiles and followed the boy to the dining hall.

After dinner the two boys stood outside, Richard getting ready to go meet up with Till. “Don’t wait up for me tonight, I don’t know when I’ll be back.” Said Richard. Nodding, Christoph turned to the direction of their dorm. “Okay. Be safe and make sure you’re back before daybreak.” “Alright, Good Night Christoph.” Richard said and then the two parted ways.

As Richard made his was down the path to the church he was quite deep in thought about what occurred with Christoph earlier that night. ‘Damn, I shouldn’t have toyed with him like that. If he hadn’t looked at him like that he wouldn’t have had teased him the way he did.’ Though Richard supposed it was partially his fault, letting his arousal work him up like that. Now Christoph was acting kind of odd, Richard hoped he hadn’t damaged their friendship because of his actions. Realizing he’d already arrived at the church, he stored those thoughts away for later dissection and pulled open the heavy oak door of the building. Walking into the darkened church he looked around to see if Till was already there, not seeing anyone, Richard decided to take a seat on the last pew.

Hearing an odd sound he jumped and looked behind him but saw nothing, figuring it was just the old building settling into its foundation he relaxed. As he looked around the dimly lit church, he thought back to what he’d done there earlier. Shivering in delight at the thought of how he’d touched himself at Till’s command, Richard felt his cock stir to life. ‘I wonder what Till wanted to talk about. I hope he wants to do more than talk.’ Richard’s cock twitched and he repressed a groan. ‘Oh how I’d love to take his cock in my mouth. I wonder if he’s loud in bed, that’d be so hot.’ Richard licked his lips and reached down to grab hold of his throbbing dick, the lusty thoughts too much for him to not touch himself.

Suddenly Richard felt a hand cover his mouth and he began to struggle, trying to turn and see his attacker. When he felt another hand snake its way down his body to grab his dick he froze in shock until he heard a low velvety voice in his ear. “So you like touching yourself in church, you naughty little boy.” Trying to turn and this time being successful, he turned wide eyes to Till’s smirking visage. “You beast! You scared the shit out of me!” Till laughed. “You’ll live. After all what’s life without a little fear?” Richard let out a sardonic snort. “If you say so. So what’s the plan for tonight?”

“Well, I was thinking that you’d come back to my house for a while and get to know each other a bit.” Till said as he leaned over Richard’s seated form. At hearing the double entendre in Till’s words, Richard smirked and stood to leave. “Sounds good to me.”  Walking around the pews and taking Till’s muscled arm, the two men left the church. Walking through the dark field in silence, Richard took notice of how the silvery moonlight made Till’s chiseled face look even more mysterious. Till looked as if he could’ve been sculpted out of the finest marble by Michelangelo himself.  Richard still wondered why he wasted such a figure on being a Man of the Cloth, but through his cohorts with him Till couldn’t possibly take that position that seriously. Could he? Richard definitely planned on asking about that and how he knew Paul (if his mouth wasn’t too busy that is). Another anticipatory shudder jolted down his spine at that thought. “Cold?” Till asked with knowing smirk on his face. “No.” Richard replied with a slight grin of his own.

The two finally made it to the beautiful antiquated house and stepped inside. Flipping on the lights, Till told Richard to make himself at home, while he went to change his clothes. Waiting for Till to return, Richard looked about the living room, this time taking in the décor now that he wasn’t being shoved out of the house by a frantic Paul. He saw the house was decorated in a nice quaint style, it felt as if he went back in time to the 1930s. Hearing Till making his way down the stairs, he sat back down so he didn’t look as if he were snooping around the man’s house.

Sitting his massive form next Richard on the couch, Till reached for the bottle of Brandy that was sitting on the table. Then opening a small box, he took out two shot glasses and filled them with the tawny liquid.  “Here.” Till said, holding the small glass. “I don’t kno-“ Richard began. “Don’t give me that shit. I know you drink and I know Paul took you and your friend out the other night.” Till said matter-of-factly. Eyes bulging and mouth slightly agape, Richard reached out and took the small glass; hoping the fiery drink would help ease the anxiety he was currently feeling. “How?” Was all Richard could manage. Smiling one of his dashing smiles, Till replied “I know everything that goes on here, nothing escapes my watchful eye. Plus, it doesn’t help that Paul is one of my oldest friends and that I can tell when he’s guilty.”

“Oh.” Richard choked out, the slight burn of the Brandy drying his throat out some. Till downed his own drink and scooted closer to Richard, running his hand slowly through the boy’s hair. “Don’t worry Richard, you should know your secrets are safe with me.” Till then leaned down as he pushed Richard’s t-shirt up and whispered against the skin there. “I just wish you had invited me to go along.” Twitching at the tickling sensation that Till’s soft lips made as they moved up supple flesh of his belly, Richard stammered out “N-next time you should- Ah! Come with us. H-how did you meet-“ He felt a finger to his lips effectively shushing him. Till directed his darkening irises to Richard’s glassy ones. “That is a discussion for much later. Now is a time for a more…voluptuous subject matter.” He murmured against Richard’s skin.

With that said, Richard felt his pants being wrenched off his body at a speed he didn’t think was possible. He then watched Till crawl up his body, the look on his visage akin to the stance predators take when stalking their prey. When Till’s solid body covered his own effectively trapping Richard, he took notice of the downright feral look in the other man’s eyes. He could no longer see the intriguing blue-green, now it was replaced by the ebon of his pupils, having completely dilated in the deep arousal coursing through the man’s veins. A few more seconds passed with the two males staring wondrously into each other’s eyes, until the dam of willpower broke and Till pulled Richard into a soul searing kiss.

Eventually breaking away for air, Till took the opportunity to pull Richard’s t-shirt off effectively rendering him nude. Grabbing onto Richard’s raging erection as he plundered his lips once more, Till jerked his cock roughly earning pants and whimper’s from the male underneath him. Pulling his sensuous lips away from Richard’s greedy ones, Till smirked down at the boy; taking in his flushed appearance. “My, my aren’t you a lusty one. We’ve only just begun and you’re already so wound up.”  All Richard could do is let out a soft whine and bite his lip in pleasure. Suddenly Till stood up from the couch and Richard was pulled out of his haze at the loss of warm that Till’s body had provided him with. “W-where are you going?” Richard asked not wanting to be left so aroused. The only answer Richard got was a devious smirk as Till turned and walked away. Following the other man with his eyes, he saw him pause at one of the far walls and take something that was hanging on wall.

As Richard watched Till make his way slowly across the room, he noticed that he was completely nude whereas Till wore a tight black shirt that stretched nicely over his broad chest and some tight black jeans that did nothing to hide the massive hard-on he was sporting. When Till finally came to stand before Richard, he could see what Till was holding in his hand; it was flat and wooden with holes in all four corners and one in the center. Looking up at Till, Richard asked confused “What’s that?”

“Oh, this old thing?” Till said as he held the paddle up, trying to look innocuous. “Nothing really, just what they used to use on naughty little boys when I used to attend this school.” Getting where Till was going with the paddle, Richard began to squirm in anticipation. ‘Is he really gonna paddle me with that?’ Richard thought. “But why do you have it? I don’t think that I’ve been naughty today.” Richard said, pulling on his ‘good boy’ face. “Ah, you may feel that way. But you have been bad, I caught you touching yourself in church without my permission. Now you must suffer the consequences.”

In a flurry of movement Till grabbed Richard by the waist and positioned him in his lap with his ass in the air. Making sure that Richard was secure on his lap, Till began to drag his nails over Richard’s soft ass. “Mmm. What a delicious looking ass you have, Richard. I can’t wait to see how it looks when it’s nice and red from the paddle. Now how many hits do you believe you should receive?” Licking his lips, Richard replied unsurely. “I-I don’t know.” Till frowned and his voice became stern. “You’d better pick a number because if you leave it up to me who knows how many licks I’d give to your sweet little ass.”

The idea of Till dishing out corporal punishment and the feel of his erection pressing against Till’s was becoming too much for Richard, the headiness of it all making him slightly delirious. “Ten.” Was all he could manage to get out. “Ten what?” Came the growled response. Realizing what the other man wanted, Richard made sure to answer correctly. “Ten hits, please Father Lindemann.” “Good boy.” Came the guttural reply. Then the blows fell upon his supple flesh, stinging delightfully and causing Richard to grind his cock into Till’s. “Ohh.” Richard moaned out as Till delivered more hits. “You like that don’t you? You filthy little slut.” Till said, his voice laced with desire. “I hope you know you deserve much more than this for teasing me and making me have to service myself.” Till thrust his hips upward, nudging his hard dick against Richard’s as he delivered another blow. “You feel that, you slut? You feel my big dick straining to get a piece of your tight little ass? I’m gonna make you regret ever waltzing in to my class in the wanton manner you have been these past few weeks.” Till snarled out as he delivered the final blow.

Richard struggled hard during his punishment not to spill himself onto his teacher’s lap from the way Till was speaking to him. He’d never been with anyone who talked dirty and he was more turned on than he could ever remember being. “Get up!” Came the command. Eagar to obey, Richard sprung up the best he could his legs almost failing him. “Go up the stairs!” Till growled, pointing at the staircase with paddle in hand. Nearly running to the stairs, he could hear Till’s heavy footsteps behind him as he made his way up the stairs. “Faster!” Richard felt the paddle strike his ass once more and sped his pace up the stairs.

Once he reached the top of the stairs, Richard received another blow to his stinging hind-end. “Straight ahead!” Came the gruff command. Hurrying down the hallway to the door that he assumed was Till’s bedroom, Richard pushed the door open with Till right on his tail. Smack! Another hit was given to Richard; and Till snarled out “On the bed!” All but diving onto the huge bed, Richard sat in the very middle of the bed panting; his eyes glued on Till.

Kicking the door shut and locking it, Till kept his eyes on the boy sitting on his bed staring at him with a mixture of arousal and a touch of fear. ‘Good, a little bit of fear is always fun’ Till thought. Still keeping his eyes on Richard, he began to disrobe; pulling his fitted shirt over his head and tossing it away. Then he began unbuckling his belt and unzipped his pants, letting them fall slowly down his body and revealing that he, like Richard had forgone underwear too. Smirking when he saw Richard’s eyes fall to his impressive erection and slightly lick his lips, Till stepped out his pants and walked over to the bed.

Richard could hardly believe what was about to occur, he couldn’t believe how godly the man that stood before him looked. He suddenly felt very small in the huge bed, under the large man’s piercing gaze. Climbing onto the bed, Till pushed Richard onto his back and crawled on top of him; pinning his arms above his head. Then Till leaned down and hovered above the boy’s nipple, blowing his heated breath over the taut skin, causing a shiver to edge its way down Richard’s back. Smirking at his lover’s reaction Till then snaked his tongue out and languidly traced around the hard nub, spurred on by the slight thrusting of Richard’s hips. Eventually becoming impatient with Till’s teasing ways Richard, in a haze of lusty feelings pulled from Till’s grip and grabbed him roughly by the hair and growled out “Fucking suck me already!”

Till froze at the words that thundered out from the young man beneath him. Never had he been with anyone who had the gall, the audacity to order him around. He’d been with an innumerable amount of lovers and he had always played the part of the authoritarian, in control of all aspects of the relationship. But this young man, nay, boy; dare order him around without any compunction to the fact that he could fracture that graceful neck of his with just a slight bit of pressure? But aside from that fact, Richard’s insolence turned him on greatly for it meant he was going to be a challenge in bed and Till always loved a good challenge.

Sneering at the male and ignoring the command for now, Till leaned back down to Richard’s nipple and bit it sharply. Richard let out a strangled moan at the mixed sensation the abuse caused him to feel. Till lay soft kisses across the planes of Richard’s milky skin, making his way down his abdomen. “How endearing it is of you to think you can mandate what occurs in this bed.” He murmured against Richard’s skin causing it to twitch. “But you’ll eventually ascertain that no matter what the situation is I am always in control.” And then he grabbed on to Richard’s pulsating cock and jerked it roughly, running his finger over the seeping head. “Ooh. You’re so hard for me Richard. You said you want me to suck this nice looking cock of yours didn’t you?” Till crooned. Happy to be finally on the receiving end of his teacher’s ministrations, Richard couldn’t find his faculties to answer Till; too busy concentrating on the exhilarating feel of the other man’s large, warm hands on his aching cock. Seeing that his paramour wasn’t responding to his inquiry, Till resorted back to his normal methods of gaining information. Hand snaking up Richard’s body over to his hardened nipple, Till twirled the nub between his fingers as he pulled on Richard’s cock. Moaning in the back of his throat at the new sensation, Richard arched his back into Till’s touch. “Yes, it feels good. Doesn’t it Richard?”

“Ungh.” Richard mumbled. Seeing now that he had no choice but to assert his dominance upon the boy, Till twisted the boy’s already abused nipple severely. Not used to that much pain when being intimate with someone, Richard wrenched himself away from Till. “What the fuck was that for?” Giving Richard a glowering look, Till leaned forward and stalked up Richard’s body again, relishing in the slight amount of distress he found there. “You weren’t obeying me. You didn’t answer my question.” Till stated. Frowning at the answer he just received Richard responded “That’s no fucking reason to-“ Richard was stopped when, Till reached out and yanked his hair roughly and stared directly into his eyes. “I will do whatever pleases me. Do you understand?” Richard saw the intense look in Till’s eyes and shivered in fear and arousal. “Yes.” He choked out.

Then Till slid back down his body a bit and stuck one of his fingers in his mouth, thoroughly wetting it. Spreading Richard’s legs further apart, Till slowly withdrew his finger from his mouth and teased the tip of it along Richard’s back passage; watching his expression the whole time. As he circled his finger around the ring of muscle, Till leaned down to Richard’s cock and flicked his tongue across the head capturing a bead of pre-cum. “Mmm.” He rumbled, pleased at the boy’s saccharine taste. Leaning back down once more, Till engulfed Richard’s dick completely with his mouth; at the same time sinking his thick finger into the boy’s snug ass. “Oh fuck yes!” Richard moaned, his hands automatically fisting in Till’s raven locks. Laughing at Richard’s response, Till commenced to getting the boy off. As he sucked harshly on the tip of Richard’s cock, he used his index finger to prod his prostate; making him thrash and whine.

As Till licked the sides of Richard’s dick, he continued to swirl his finger within the tight cavity ensuring that his aching member would be able to fit in there with minimal injury. Feeling he’d prepared the boy enough, Till pulled his mouth and finger from the boy; snickering at the disappointed sound that followed. Giving Richard a pointed look that said ‘stay put’, Till stood from the bed and pulled open the drawer to the small nightstand. Finding the small vial of oil, Till opened it and poured some of it over his cock as he locked eyes with a panting Richard who’s eyes followed every stroke of his thick turgid length.

Stepping back over to the Richard, Till climbed back on the bed; never taking his eyes off of Richard. He then sat down with his back to the opposite end of the bed. Reaching out he pulled Richard forward until he was essentially sitting in his lap. Smirking at the confused look upon Richard’s face, Till continued to pulled him forward until his throbbing cock was lined up with Richard’s hole.  Just as realization was dawning upon Richard’s face, Till lifted him up some and then slammed him down on his lengthy cock. “Fuck!” Richard moaned when he finally sank to the base of Till’s cock, body twitching and jolting. Always the one under control and composed, Till’s only reaction was a sharp snarl and a clenching of his sculpted jaw.

Looking to see if Till was in a similar state at he was, Richard turned his gaze to Till’s face and was miffed at what he saw. Aside from the light sheen of sweat and his clenched jaw, he looked unaffected; Richard even saw mirth in Till’s eyes letting him know that the man knew what he was doing to him. At that realization Richard took this as a challenge and vowed that he would get Till to lose control no matter what it took. Steeling himself when he felt himself being lifted, he nodded to himself intent on replacing the smug look on Till’s face with a look of sheer pleasure. He would give Till a run for his money.

Every jarring thrust he delivered hit Richard’s prostate directly, every deep controlled pump wrenched forth shuddering moans from Richard’s lips. At this point Richard was losing the game badly, he was trapped within Till’s iron grip unable to move and affect him and at the mercy of his every precisely timed thrust. And that look was still plastered firmly upon his face. That typical prideful male look, that if Richard weren’t currently impaled on the man’s extensive member he’d want to wipe clean off his face. Okay, not really, but damn it was unfair that he couldn’t cause any reaction out of the man due to his current position.

Till hit a particularly sensitive spot and Richard threw his head back and cried out in pleasure and pain. “Aww. What’s the matter Richard? Did my cock go too deep for you?” Till purred. Head still lolled back, Richard stammered out “F-fuck you.” Till then expelled a slightly demented laugh. “I do believe you’re that one that’s getting fucked dear.” He crooned. Till then changed the angle of his onslaught, pitching his hips upward in a different manner. Richard whimpered at the new angle of penetration, he also noted that it brought him closer to Till and allowed him more freedom to move. Testing the waters a bit, Richard rocked his hips slightly; reveling at the sharp intake of air he heard from Till and the tightening of the arms around his waist. Seeing that his movement couldn’t be constricted in this position, Richard began to move his hips in an opposite motion from Till’s.

Richard’s newfound ability to move gave the ammunition to return some of the delicious combat that Till had been waging against his body. Moving his hips in a circular motion against Till’s controlled upward thrusts, Richard heard the beginnings of a moan well up in the back of Till’s throat and felt the slight faltering in the precise pumps that were wracking his body. Figuring that this was the way to break Till’s concentration and get him to lose himself, Richard picked up his pace and fist his hand in Till’s damp hair and yanked it; smirking as a quiet moan slipped forth from the other man’s lips. ‘So he’s a masochist too, good. It’ll be his downfall.’ Richard thought.

Catching on to Richard’s game, Till dug his nails into the flesh of Richard’s hips and increased the speed of his pounding tenfold. Mouth falling open and fingers going slack in Till’s hair, Richard could do nothing but hold on for the ride; the pace Till set entirely too fast for him to keep up with. With every sharp stab of Till’s cock Richard fought away the black spots of pleasure that seemed so intent to taking up his vision; he could also hear this faint whimpering sound that he later realized was his own voice crying out Till’s name. “Yes Richard cry out for me, sing your pleasure for the world to hear.” Till growled into Richard’s ear, sending shocks of pleasure down his spine.

‘I’ve got find something to set him off soon, I don’t know how much longer I can last. He has to have a spot that drives him mad.’ Richard thought hazily. Pushing down some of his pleasure induced delirium, Richard leaned forward and ran his tongue up Till’s muscled neck pausing to bite the tender flesh occasionally. This seemed to have a greater affect than Richard’s previous attempt, because Till’s entire body stiffened and his thrusting became erratic. “You play a dangerous game, boy.” Till rumbled into Richard’s ear. Eyes closed and sweat dripping down his face Richard replied breathily “Some danger is good.” A grunt and the tightening of the hands of hips was his only response.

Richard was spiraling dangerously close to his climax and though his most recent attempt to shake Till’s resolve had affected him greatly, but he still hadn’t lost control. Opening his azure eyes and turning them to Till’s sweat dampened visage, he saw a man teetering on the edge of lucidity. His normally clear eyes were clouded with a burning desire, all former mirth gone from his eyes; the muscles of his face twitched intermittently and soft grunts and growls spilled forth from his full lips. Till made a beautiful sight drowned in the heady syrup of need. Richard only had one more idea and he had to use it soon lest he spill himself due to the wondrous sight before him.

  Plastering a smirk on his face similar to the one Till wore earlier in their game, Richard slid his hands up the planes of Till’s muscular sweat slicked back up to his shoulder blades. Licking his lips and delighting in the way the Till’s already dilated eyes distended even further than he thought possible, he dug his nails into the skin of Till’s back earning a breathy moan from the man. Then Richard slowly drug his nails down the other man’s back, feeling his skin pull away from his body and the sticky warmth of blood bubble to the surface. As he was doing this Till bared his teeth at him like a rabid animal and let out a most guttural snarl. Without missing a beat, Till pushed Richard onto his back still pounding into him like a madman. He then leaned down and bit Richard’s collar bone savagely causing Richard to let out a screeching cry and arch his back giving Till better access to penetrate him further.

Richard held on to the bed for dear life as Till delivered bone jarring thrusts and vicious bites and scratches all over his body. “Is this what you wanted Richard?” Till snarled, looking downright demonic due to some of Richard’s blood being smeared on his face. Richard couldn’t even find it in himself to answer, too entranced with the sight before him to speak. Till then grabbed onto Richard’s engorged cock and began to jerk it roughly in time with his pounding. “Cum for me you fucking slut.” Richard didn’t need to be told twice, and came with a loud moan; shooting his hot liquid onto his chest. Till still moving within him, leaned down and began to clean Richard’s cum from his chest. Once Till had thoroughly cleaned away Richard’s seed, he gripped Richard by the hair and forced his tongue into his mouth making the boy taste himself. Stunned at first Richard quickly melted into the kiss, swirling his tongue around the other man’s enjoying the taste of himself.  Suddenly Till’s massive form stiffened and he expelled a most sensuous and lengthy moan Richard had ever heard.

Resting his head against Richard’s for a few moments, Till then placed a soft kiss against Richard’s bruised ones and pulled out of him. The two lay in silence for a while, still trying to recover from their activities until Richard decided to speak. “Should I leave now?” He asked unsure. Turning his blue-green gaze upon Richard’s lithe form, Till ran his fingers through the boy’s wet hair and then pulled him closer. “No, sleep.” Came the brief response and then Richard snuggled closer to the older man and closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.  

Author's Comment: Yay! The smut was finally delivered! I hope it wasn't too disappointing. Also the beginnings of a future conflict have already been set into place. Can you guess what's gonna happen? I bet you it won't be what you think! Later everyone! ^_^

Kann Denn Liebe Sünde Sein?

Hey everyone! I hope you all are well. Sorry for the slight delay in posting, I've been super busy (finally) packing my stuff to move and spending time with my family. Updates should be pretty steady until the end of July, when (hopefully) I should be on the road. But don't fret! I will still post occasionally as I travel across the country when my boyfriend is asleep so I don't have to explain why I'm writing smutty stories about Rammstein *lol*. This chapter is kind of short, but I wanted to build up a bit more tension before the smut in the next chapter. Anyways on to the story!

[Chapter Seven: Disquiet]

Placing Christoph gently on the bed, Richard went and sat upon his own not tired in the least. Taking out the silver lighter, he traced the intricate initials as he thought about what Paul told him. ‘He’s like fire…’ Paul’s voice echoed in his head and Richard couldn’t help but agree with that statement. Though he was quite conflicted with the rest of that statement, he found it hard to believe that Father Lindemann was anything like Paul was hinting to. In hindsight he wished he’d asked how he knew Father Lindemann, but now it was too late and he would have to wait a good three weeks to ask questions he needed answers to now.

Putting the lighter back in his pocket, Richard stood and searched for a piece of paper to leave a note. Scribbling on the piece of paper and taking out the medicine Paul had given him, he sat the note and medicine on the nightstand in between their beds. Richard exited the room, locking the door behind him and vacated the building. Walking across the dew covered grass; he made his way to the Church and pushed the door open. Heading to the room that housed the school’s instruments he quickly found the acoustic guitar. Sitting on the raised stands usually used for the choir to stand on, he strummed the guitar trying to judge if it needed to be tuned. Hearing the dissonant sound that sprung forth, he decided the guitar was in serious need of some tuning.

Turning the various knobs on the neck, he tuned it so the guitar would produce a low dense sound. When he was satisfied with the sound, he began to play; transferring all of his feelings into harmonious sound. He played for hours like he used to at home, his heart and spirit rising with the timbre of his playing. He was so immersed in his music that he failed to notice the audience he had. It wasn’t until he stopped to take a break did he realize he wasn’t alone. Clapping as he leaned on the door sill, Father Lindemann gave a warm “Bravo.” Stepping fully into the room his eyes glued to Richard’s form, he came to stand directly in front of the gawking boy. “How long have you been there?” Richard asked suddenly nervous under the man’s penetrating gaze. “Long enough to hear the superb melodies you brought forth.” Father Lindemann purred, pushing a strand of Richard’s hair out of his face.

Richard sucked in a breath at the jolt he felt when the priest’s hand lingered on his face, noticing how the other man’s eyes darkened a bit at his reaction. Richard then felt the guitar being pulled from his hands and Father Lindemann leaned in closer pretty much standing in between Richard’s legs. Unsure of what to do Richard said breathily “F-Father Linde-“  He was stopped by a finger to his lips. “We’re not in class. Call me Till.”

Swallowing thickly, Richard asked “Till, what do you need?” Giving a hearty laugh, one Richard could feel vibrate through his body, Till replied “What do I need? Why , it’s the exact same need that you have, Richard.” Licking his lips and swallowing again, Richard spoke “I-I don’t know what you mean.” Till smiled sexily and cupped Richard’s growing erection. “Now Richard, there’s no need to play coy. We both know what we hunger for and it’s time to stop denying it.” He said huskily. Now damn near panting and his cock straining to be freed, Richard choked out “B-but what you said about the balance between indulgence and restraint?” Till then gave a grin that made Richard’s blood boil to a fever pitch as he stroked Richard through the fabric of his pants. “We’ve restrained ourselves long enough, now indulgence is a must.”

Till then gripped Richard by his hair and pulled him into a brutal, yet passionate kiss, one that Richard greedily accepted. Pulling away for much needed air, Richard through his haze of desire heard Till curse. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?” Looking away from the clock on the wall and smirking, Till replied “No, you’ve done no wrong. It’s just that Mass starts in about ten minutes.” “Shit.” Richard moaned, body still overheated with arousal. Looking as if an idea struck him, Till began to smirk devilishly “Hey, Richard…” He began. “I have a wonderful idea…”

Walking over to the Confessional booth, Richard paused as he reached for the handle to open the door, he could hear some students making their way to the church. ‘What if…nah, that’s highly unlikely. The people here don’t seem like they would use a Confessional.’ He thought and pulled the wooden door open, making sure to flip the sign on the outside of the door that read ‘occupied’.  Stepping into the dimly lit wooden box, he sat upon the  bench and fidgeted for a few seconds, still a bit nervous. “Till?” Richard whispered.

“That is not my name in this setting.” Till said sternly. Frowning for a second, but then catching on, Richard corrected himself. “Father Lindemann?” He said. “Yes, my boy. How can I help you this morning?” Till said. Getting in to the act, Richard made himself sound solemn. “I have much to confess; perhaps you could tell me how to atone for my sins.”  “What sins have you committed?” Till asked. Richard sighed dramatically. “I have committed the sin of lust.” “That’s quite a serious sin, my boy. Tell me what have you lusted after, then I can help you better atone for you sins.” Till said in a priestly voice.

“I lust after a teacher of mine. He clouds my mind at all times, sometimes I can’t think of anything else but him. I-I’ve even touched myself when thinking of him. Oh Father, it there anything you can do to quell this desire that burns within me?” Richard said sullenly, but with a smirk on his face. A low groan was heard coming from the other side of the ornate iron grate that separated them. “Yes, my boy.” Came the breathy response.  “The only way to gain penance for your sins is to stroke your cock to completion and call out the name of the one you desire.” Till all but growled out.

Richard gave a soft moan at what he was just commanded to do. As he unzipped his pants to release his aching member, he shivered in pleasure at the thrill of doing something so naughty in a church.  When his cock was freed from the confines of his pants, he heard Till growl in delight. “I want you to rub your thumb slowly over the head of your cock.” He commanded. Doing what was commanded of him, Richard began to rub his thumb over his weeping head and looked over to the iron grating where he knew Till was watching his every move.

“Yesss, just like that.” Came the hissed response. “You like smearing your cum all over your cock, don’t you Richard?” Till purred out. “Oh yes.” Richard sighed, leaning his head back. A deep laugh was heard from the other booth. “Such a dirty little boy you are, Richard. Always teasing me in class knowing that I can’t do anything to rectify the situation. Now that ends. I hope you’re ready to deal with the consequences of you actions, Richard.” Till said huskily. “Now I want you to stroke yourself fast and play with your balls.” Richard reached down with his left hand and began to fondle his balls, tugging them intermittently as he jerked his cock rapidly. A throaty moan escaped Richard throat as he vaguely heard the service going on outside of the Confessional box.

 “You’re so fucking hot Richard, the first day I saw you I wanted to bend you over my desk and take you right then and there.” Till growled out, tugging on his own thick cock as he watched Richard do the same. “What made me want you even more was the fact that you know you’re attractive, you knew that you’d caught my eye and made sure to play on that fact every time we’re in class.” Richard moaned loudly, Till’s words riling him up even more, making him want to cum. “Don’t come until I say so!” Came the snarled command. “Yes, Father Lindemann.” Richard whimpered. Till’s cock twitched at the sound of Richard saying his occupational title in such a sensuous manner. “Fuck.” He growled out, thrusting his heavy member into his hand. “Do you know how much I want you Richard?” He started his voice low and rumbling. “N-no Father, I don’t.” Richard said shakily, trying to stave off his release.

“Mmm. I want you so bad that I’m stroking my own cock right now. I’m so fucking hard for you Richard, perhaps it’s good there’s a wall between us because if there wasn’t I’d be fucking you so hard you wouldn’t be able to sit on your tight little ass for weeks.” Till purred out. “Oh God.” Richard said breathily, trying with all his might not to spurt all over his hand. Needing to distract himself so he wouldn’t finish before he was told, Richard listened outside figuring that Communion was being given so the service will be over soon. As if sensing Richard was trying to distract himself, Till began to speak in low sensuous tones again. “Ah yes, Communion. Remember the other day, when you knelt before me and gave me such a heated look as I fed you? I wanted to shove my cock down your throat so bad, and I could tell you wanted me to do to the same. Right Richard?”

“Oh yes. I wanted you to fuck my mouth ‘til you came.” Richard moaned out, increasing the speed of his hand on his cock. Till gave a snarling moan at the visions that appeared behind his eyes. “You little minx. You’ll regret those words for I plan to fill your filthy little mouth with my thick cock every chance I get.” Richard felt the creeping feeling of his orgasm make its way down his spine and pool in his lower belly. “Oh Father, I can’t take it anymore! Please let me cum!” He begged.

 Moaning to himself as he felt his own release draw nearer, Till said “Cum! Cum for me Richard!” At that command Richard’s eyes rolled in the back of his head and his cock began to spurt his thick cum over his hand. “Oh Till!” He cried out in pleasure. At the sound of Richard crying out his name in pleasure, Till spilt his own load on his large hand, wiping the creamy liquid on the handkerchief from his pocket. After recovering from his heady orgasm, Richard reached for the box of tissues left for those who are tearful during confession. “No, don’t wipe it off. I want you to lick it off your hand.” Till ordered. A bit surprised and turned on at the kinky request, Richard turned toward the iron grating where he knew Till was watching at began to lick his cum from his hands, feeling the stir of arousal began to spark up within him once more.

 “Good boy.” Till praised when Richard had finished what was asked of him. “Now you are cleansed of any previous sin. Meet me here tonight after dinner, I want to talk to you some more. You should get going before anyone realizes you are missing.” Placing himself back into his pants, Richard nodded and stood to leave. “Alright, see you later Till.” “Yes, see you this evening Richard.” Till purred. With that Richard, slowly opened the door and saw that the church was now empty and vacated the building. ‘Damn, I can’t believe we were in there for so long! And who knew that Father Lindemann had a kinky side?’ Richard mused, smirking to himself. 

Author's Comment: Okay I think I need a shower now! *fans self* Hope you liked it though it was quite short. :P Look out for the next chapter where Father Lindemann finally gets some tail from Richard! Love you guys!

Kann Denn Liebe Sünde Sein? (Chapter Five & Six)

Hey again! Here's the next two chapters of Kann Denn Liebe Sünde Sein? (YAY! Two posts in one day!) I'm super ecstatic that people actually like this story, 'cause I damn sure enjoy writing it! But I digress... Enjoy the story!

[Chapter Five: Heat]

The next day passed much like the others had, without incident. The two boys were on their way to their final class and Christoph was currently teasing Richard about see Father Lindemann after last night’s event.  “So are you nervous about seeing him again?” Christoph asked grinning. “No.” Richard said flatly, trying not to show that he actually was nervous. “Uh-huh. Sure, I can tell by the way your clutching your book to your chest like a school girl about to ask her crush out for a date.” Christoph snickered. Richard took the book he was holding and smacked his friend lightly with it. “Shut up.”

Once in their seats they waited for class to start. Strolling into the room and not waiting for the students to cease their chatter, Father Lindemann spoke “Alright class, we don’t have much time to waste today. As you know you have a test today and then Mass in about forty minutes. So let’s get to business.”

As he said the last part, Father Lindemann let his gaze linger a bit on Richard, sending a brief but smoldering look. Richard felt Christoph kick him softly and turned to look at him and saw a knowing look upon his friend’s face so he stuck out his tongue in response. Turning back to face the front as the tests were passed out, he stiffened as Father Lindemann stood before him and placed his test on his desk before moving on. He was so close he could smell the uniquely delicious heady scent that the teacher wore. He smelled of dragon’s blood candles, cinnamon, and a hint of black liquorice all combined together to make an intoxicating smell that made Richard’s blood boil. Snapping out of his haze, Richard began to fill out the test in front of him. Forty minutes later they were ushered from the classroom into the main part of the church. “I saw the way he was looking at you; he’s definitely interested in you.” Christoph whispered as they saw down on the very last pew. “I think you were just seeing things Christoph.” Richard whispered back. Christoph responded by giving Richard a look that said ‘Yeah and pigs fly.’

The service began and Richard saw a familiar figure at the altar, it was Father Hirsch and that meant Paul was somewhere nearby. Nudging Christoph, Richard whispered “Look Father Hirsch is here, that means that guy I told you about is here. We need to find him after this.” Christoph nodded, remembering Richard said he made friends with the priest’s driver and that he would sneak them out for some fun.

Now it was time for the Eucharist to be distributed so they stood in line to wait to receive their sacrament. As the line grew shorter, Richard noted with shock that Father Lindemann was the one distributing the wine and bread. ‘This is going to be interesting.’ Richard thought. Christoph must have been on the same wavelength as him, because he felt Christoph poke him in the ribs and could hear him giggling quietly.

Now they were three people away from Father Lindemann, Richard caught the priest’s eye and that same fiery look appeared. Now stepping up the few small stairs, Richard stood before Father Lindemann who wore a faint smirk upon his enticing lips. Richard kneeled down before him as custom to recieve his sacrament.He then placed the thin wafer-like bread into Richard’s mouth, purposely dragging his thumb across Richard’s lower lip. Then he held the golden chalice up to the boy’s mouth to drink, desire clouding his blue-green eyes causing them to appear darker than normal. Giving a scalding look all his own, Richard stood and stepped back and sauntered down the stairs feeling Father Lindemann’s gaze searing holes into his back.

The service ended and Richard walked back up to the dais with Christoph not too far behind. Walking over to where Father Hirsch was speaking to Father Lindemann, Richard waited until it was appropriate to interrupt. “Excuse me Father Hirsch?” Richard said. “Yes? Oh, Richard! How are things faring for you at school so far?” Father Hirsch said pleasantly. “School’s going great, I’m a lot happier here.” Richard said, putting on his ‘good boy’ act and also noticing how Father Lindemann never took his eyes off him.

“That’s wonderful, I’m glad you’ve found comfort in this great institution. What can I help you with?” The elder priest said kindly. “Well, when your driver brought me here he forgot to give me one of my bags. Do you know where I can find him?” Richard asked looking all the part of an innocent school boy.

Father Hirsch gave Richard directions to the guest house and Richard thanked the man and bid both priests good day and departed, still feeling the weight of Father Lindemann’s gaze on his lithe form. When they were outside Christoph could no longer contain himself. “Oh my god! Did you see how Father Lindemann was looking at you! It was like he was undressing you with his eyes, and then during Communion he looked like he wanted to put more than that measly little cracker in your mouth.”

Richard had to laugh at that. “Yeah and I wanted him to.” He said lewdly. Pushing Richard in jest, Christoph said “Your bad and now your vulgarities are starting to rub off on me. Didn’t you say that Paul is hot?” Richard nodded. “Yeah, he has a really nice ass too. Not as nice as you-know-who, but damn close!” Christoph looked thoughtful for a second before bursting in laughter. “Perhaps I should start my own tryst with an older man, ‘cause you seem to be having all the fun. Plus I want someone to look at me the way he does to you, it’s like he’s trying to burn your clothes off with his eyes. It’s a wonder that no one noticed.”

After walking a good distance the guest house came in to sight. “Damn, I didn’t realize how big this place was.” Richard remarked. “I know, I think the school sits on about a hundred acres or something like that. Usually students don’t venture this far out.” Nodding his head, Richard retained that bit of information for later use. Walking up to the door Richard knocked, but there was no response. Turning the door knob and finding it was unlocked, the two boys stepped into the house. Walking through the kitchen and into the living room where they heard light snoring, they found Paul dozing on the couch seconds away from dropping his lit cigarette onto his chest.

Swiftly walking over to the sleeping man, Richard snatched the cigarette out of Paul’s hand right as he was about to burn himself. Feeling something being pulled out of his hand, Paul woke with a start. “What the-“  He said sleepily. “Hey Paul, it’s me Richard remember?” Richard said taking a drag of Paul’s half smoked cigarette. Rubbing his eyes, Paul sat up and looked at Richard. “Yeah, of course I remember you kid.” Gesturing over to Christoph who was trying to stifle his laughter, Paul asked “Who’s he?”

“That’s my friend Christoph. Don’t worry he’s cool.” Richard explained. “Christoph this is Paul.”  He said, introducing the man. “Hey.” Christoph said somewhat shyly. Paul nodded his head in his direction “What’s up.”  Each boy sitting on a piece of furniture, Richard asked “So are you gonna take us out on the town?” Yawning, Paul shrugged and replied “I dunno. It’s still quite early and neither of you should really be here.”

“Oh come on Paul! Please? I’m begging you plus you promised me.” Richard pouted. Unable to resist Richard’s charms, Paul caved in. “Alright, alright. I’ll take you. Meet me at the part of the woods that are to the left of the main building at eleven o’clock sharp. If you’re not there I’m leaving without you, ok?”

Both Richard and Christoph nodded their head fervently agreeing to meet at the designated spot. Suddenly they heard a door open on the opposite side of the house and someone walk in. Bolting upright Paul shoved the two boys out the back door and plopped back down on the couch trying to look innocuous.

The heavy footsteps drew near and finally entered the room where Paul sat. “Were you just now talking to someone Paul?” Father Lindemann asked as he pulled the white fabric from his shirt collar and sat across from the other man.  Paul shook his head. “No, Till. Well technically I was. I just got off the phone.” Raising a brow at Paul’s conflicting answer knowing something was amiss, Till decided to dismiss it and pour himself a glass of brandy instead.

[Chapter Six: Uninhibited]

The boys laughed and joked as they finally entered their room from dinner, both excited for tonight’s outing. “Richard you need to tell me your secret for attracting all these good looking males!” Christoph exclaimed as he searched through his regular clothing trying to find something to wear. Richard merely shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t do anything in particular, they just seem to flock to me.” Chuckling a bit Christoph replied “Well aren’t you lucky, I wish I were blessed with your prowess. Damn, I can’t find anything to wear.”

“I have something you can borrow.” Richard said digging through is bag. “Here take this, do you have any black jeans to go with it?” Christoph took the black shirt with shiny silver skull on the front and took his school shirt off. “I have some black jeans in my bag.” He said. Richard pulled out a black shirt with stripy sleeves and some low rise black jeans. Entering the bathroom, Richard went through his normal ritual of primping before going out. Once he was finished he stepped out to see Christoph changed and sitting on his bed. “You look good.” Richard complimented thinking to himself about how this new look suited the boy. “Thanks.” Came the reply. Getting an idea, Richard walked back into the bathroom to grab something and walked up to Christoph.

“What?” Christoph asked seeing the glint in Richard’s eyes. Holding up his eyeliner, Richard asked if he could line the boy’s eyes, once he received consent he proceeded with the task. When he felt the make-up was applied perfectly he told him to go look in the mirror. “Wow.” Christoph said as he exited the bathroom. “This makes my eyes really stand out. I’m totally gonna have to get some of my own.”

Realizing it was almost time for their rendezvous, they made to leave; first peeking into the hallway to see if anyone was still up. Luckily for them most of the schools inhabitants were early to bed early to rise, even though the next day was Saturday. Under the cover of darkness the two boys snuck to their predetermined meeting place. Hearing some snapping of branches and then someone curse, Richard called out “Paul, over here!” The footsteps came closer and out of the brush, Paul appeared. “Ready to go?” Stepping over to Paul, both boy gave a simultaneous “Hell yeah.”

Creeping through the woods a bit they came to a locked iron fence; producing the key to the padlock, Paul unlocked it and pulled the chain from the fence. Stepping through, Paul made sure to lock the gate behind them. Motioning for the boys to hurry, they swiftly walked to the front of main building where the car sat. Once the doors were unlocked, Richard got into the passenger seat, while Christoph jumped into the spacious backseat. Paul turned the ignition to the car and drove down the long road up to the main gate. Pressing the buzzer to open the gate, he turned on to the main road.

Once they made it away from the school without incident, they all let out a cheer for not getting caught. Turning to Paul, Richard asked “So how long are you gonna be staying here?” “Until tomorrow evening, usually I stay for two weeks like I told you but Father Hirsch has some other business to attend to elsewhere.” Paul explained and Richard nodded. “Hey Richard, can you reach into my pocket and pull out my pack of cigarettes?”

“Yeah sure.” Richard then reached into his pocket and pulled out what was requested, feeling that the box was light he said “There’s nothing in here.” Smirking, Paul said “Yeah there is, just open the box.” Opening the box as told, Richard saw what looked to be a hand rolled cigarette. “It’s this what I think it is?” He asked.  “Yeah it is, now take it out and light it.” Paul said laughing. “Hell yeah, it’s been a long time since I smoked this stuff.” Richard said as he lit the joint and it’s pungent scent filled the air. Taking a couple of hits and then passing it to Paul, Richard asked “So how far away are we going?”

“About thirty minutes away.” Paul said between puffs. “Hey Christoph, do you want any of this?” “Of course.” Came the reply. Christoph then took the joint and took a few drags from it and started coughing. “Damn, that shit is strong.” He said after his coughing fit. Paul laughed and said “I know, I only get the best.”

As the car flew down the road, the males talked about a whole slew of things until they arrived at their destination. Parking the car on the side of the street, they got out of the car and walked into the quaint little pub. Ignoring some of the odd looks from some of the patrons, they picked a table and waited to be served.

Once the waitress came Paul ordered for all of them, starting them off with a several shots of liquor. Downing the russet colored drink, Richard reveled in the after burn it left in his throat. “Thanks Paul for bringing us out, it’s the freest I’ve felt in a while and I’m sure it’s the freest Christoph has ever felt.” Richard said as he laughed at the face Christoph made a he tried another shot of a different liquor.

“No need to thank me, kid. After what you’ve told me you deserve it and more.” Paul replied humbly. He then ordered two glasses of frosty beer for the boys and watched them chug the drinks down. Looking at his watch Paul realized that they needed to head back soon so he could get some semblance of sleep before his long trip back. Standing from the table he asked “Are you guys ready to go?” Both boys nodded, Richard too deep in thought to verbalize and Christoph too drunk to form a sentence.

When Christoph stood up Paul had to catch him since he couldn’t seem to stand on his own. “Thanks.” The boy slurred causing Paul to shake his head and laugh as they left, Paul assisting Christoph to the car. “Let me guess, this is his first time drinking?” Paul asked. Nodding his head and starting to laugh too, Richard replied “Yes, I vaguely remember him saying that earlier.”

Once in the car Richard pulled out a cigarette package from his pocket, opening it he realized he was on his last cigarette. Sighing his stuck the cigarette in his mouth and lit it. “Where’d you get that lighter?” Paul asked sternly startling Richard from his thoughts. Piping up from the back seat Christoph slurred out “He got it from the teacher who has the hots for him. Father Lindemann.” Richard wanted to smack Christoph, but it would do no good since he had passed out in the back seat. Looking over at Paul Richard saw that he looked livid, unsure of what to say he just remained silent.

“How.” Was all Paul said, confused Richard repeated “How what?” Shaking his head Paul spoke “How did you attain that lighter?” Now understanding the question, Richard answered giving the censored version of the story. Despite not telling Paul the complete story, he still seemed to be quite intuitive (and what Christoph said didn’t help either). “Look Richard, I’m not going to tell you what to do. You obviously have a good head on your shoulders and you remind me a lot of myself when I was your age. All I have to say is be careful and not for the reasons you’ve probably already considered” He paused and sighed “He’s like fire, warm and inviting. But like fire he is also wild and untamed. Don’t be fooled by his façade or you’ll get burned too.” With that Paul fell silent and it remained that way for the rest of the car ride.

Pulling the car in front of the building, the two males got out of the car; Richard having to assist Christoph in getting out and walking. Going through the gate, Paul whispered to Richard “Come with me to the guest house really quick so I can give you something for the massive hangover he’s gonna have in the morning.” Nodding Richard continued behind Paul, with Christoph still clutching on to him for support. Once at the guesthouse, Paul motioned for them to wait outside while he retrieved the medicine from his bag. Placing two pills in Richard’s hand he said “Make sure he takes those as soon as he wakes or he’s gonna feel like shit for the rest of the day. I’m leaving in the morning so I won’t be able to say good bye, but I will be back the second week of next month. Take care of yourself and remember what I said about him.” Nodding and saying his good-byes Richard waited for Paul to enter the house before he dragged Christoph back to their room.

Sitting down on the couch Paul poured some brandy in a glass as he shook his head thinking about his young friend. “Did you have fun?” Till asked stepping into the room. Paul almost choked on his drink at the scare Till gave him. “Do you always have to sneak up on people?” Coming to stand before Paul, Till said smirking darkly “Yes, I find it to be a good way to catch people doing things they shouldn’t be.”

Author's Comment: Yay! Two chapters down,now to finish up seven and start chapter eight! I hope everyone liked these chapters as much as I liked writing them! Bye for now! ^_^

Change of Skin: Chapter Five

Hey everyone! Sorry for the slight delay in posting, my working hours got switched so I spent the last few days trying to adjust. Anyways. Here is the next chapter of Change of Skin, I'm not sure if I liked the way it turned out, but it shall suffice. I'm glad people seem genuinely interested in this story because in the next few chapters Christoph is really gonna be taken for a ride...a long hard, bloody, smutty ride. So please bear with me for the next chapter because after chapter six, it's gonna start getting even more interesting.

Enjoy!

[Chapter 5: Enlightened]

Christoph woke up late in the afternoon, his brain a bit muddled at the day’s previous events and his body felt somewhat drained. Sitting up and pulling back the covers, at first a bit surprised to find himself nude but the memory of what had transpired came back to him and he blushed at the thought of it. Looking around and straining his hearing to locate Till, he stood and left the bedroom. Walking into the room they’d watched the movie in he picked up his pants from the floor and put them on.

Seeing that Till wasn’t in his office, Christoph went to leave the room pausing ; unsure of if he was even allowed to leave the room. He didn’t want to go traipsing through someone’s home without their permission. Deciding that he had no choice, he turned the doorknob and left the room. Walking down the large hallway to where he remembered the grand staircase was, he could vaguely hear people talking downstairs. One of the voices sounding like Till’s distinctly rich voice.

As he got closer to the stairs he could hear some of their conversation and slowed down to listen. “What do you mean you don’t think you can make it?” A smooth sounding voice said. “I’ve told you why. I have prior engagements.” Till’s rich baritone said in finality. “But tonight is one of the most important nights for us, you know that. What engagement do you have that’s so important that you can’t reschedule it?” The smooth sounding voice asked, his voice rose a bit in exasperation. There was a long pregnant silence. “Oh, I see.” The other man’s voice became sickeningly sweet. “Why don’t you…”

“No!” Till barked causing Christoph to jump, not used to hearing the man raise his voice. “No, not yet. It is much too soon.” Till said, sounding like he regained some of his composure, but was still upset. “Fine, I will attend the function tonight, though I do not want to. It disgusts me greatly that they can’t perform something so simple without my presence. What do I keep them around for?” He growled.

“I know their weakness appalls you dear cousin, but as we both know we need them. How much longer do you think he will take?” The man now recognized as Till’s cousin Richard tried to sooth. “About a month from now and he will come on a most glorious day. I’m most eager for him to join us, we will finally be complete again.” Till said sounding as if he was smiling. “Yes, it will be the best holiday yet.” Richard agreed.  “Well cousin, I must be going. I’ve got to prepare for tonight.”

“Alright. Are you still bringing your guest?” Till asked. “Yes of course. See you tonight.” Richard said and Christoph heard the heavy front door close.  He then heard footsteps coming up the long stairway. Having a feeling he wasn’t supposed to hear that conversation, he scurried a bit back down the hall and slowly retraced his steps forward trying to make it seem like he’d just wandered into the hall way. When Till rounded the corner, he walked over to Christoph and wrapped his arm around his waist pulling him closer. “I’m glad to see you up, I was beginning to worry.” He said as he laid a kiss to the boy’s forehead. “Yeah, I’m fine. No need to worry, I just probably drank too much.” Christoph said feeling bashful, unused to the affection.

“Well I’m glad you’re fine. Did you want anything to eat?” Till asked, running his fingers through Christoph’s soft wavy hair. “No, I’m alright. So what’s the plan for today?” Christoph inquired. Sighing sadly Till said “I did have plans to spend the day with you, but something important came up that I have to attend to, though I really don’t want to.” Christoph shrugged. “It’s okay, I know you’re a busy man. Just promise me we can have another picnic and I’ll let you off the hook.” Smiling one of his captivating smiles, Till said  “How about I do something even better than that, would you be interested in taking a trip with me?”

 Christoph nodded. “Where to?” “Syria.” Christoph’s face twisted in confusion. “Syria? Why Syria?” Till sighed a bit. “Well, it’s not exactly a pleasure trip. I’m visiting because a collection of mosaic artwork has been recently discovered and I’m interested in purchasing a few pieces. You seem to have a good eye for art, so I figured you’d be interested.” Christoph pondered this as they walked down the hallway. Deciding that he had nothing else to do and no job to go to anymore, he agreed to go. “Yeah, I’d love to go with you Till.” Flashing another of his dazzling smiles, Till simply said “Wonderful.”

Fifteen minutes later they were in Till’s sleek black Mercedes headed out of town. As they drew near Christoph’s former home, he spoke up. “Do you think you can stop at my old house for a minute?” Till nodded, not looking from the road. “Yes, of course.” Turning off of the road and pulling up to a gate that prevented them from continuing, Till put the car in park and let Christoph get out of the car; staying behind to give the boy privacy. Walking up to the old iron wrought gate, Christoph ran his hand over the family crest on the gate. Looking up the long driveway, Christoph caught a glimpse of his former home; various memories flashing in his mind.

 Then reality really set in, his heart clenched a bit now truly realizing he was alone in this unyielding world. But was he really alone? After all he did have Paul, who was like a brother and father to him, and now he had a budding relationship with Till. Although the man was very enigmatic, and seemed to keep a lot to himself, Christoph just figured that was a part of the life he had to lead.  When you’re wealthy and powerful you have to be cautious about those you let near you, it was a main tenant of those who were affluent. Christoph, figured if his life had remained normal he’d probably be very much like Till, weary of who he’d share himself with. That thought brought him to an entirely different train of thought. Would he step up and claim what was his? Could he handle the responsibility? Could he handle the opulence and the kowtowing from people wanting stuff from him? It was something he wasn’t sure of yet and would probably take a lot of thinking (and aspirin) to figure out.

Deciding he had killed enough time, and didn’t want to hold Till up any longer he returned to the car. “Did you find the answers that you sought?” Till asked as he pulled back onto the main road. Christoph shook his head. “No, I wish it were that easy.” He said sadly. Till put his hand over Christoph’s. “Do not worry. Things will be revealed to you in time and will guide you to the right decision.” He said cryptically. “I hope so.” Came the morose response and then they fell into companionable silence.

As they made their way back, Christoph kept replaying the odd conversation he heard earlier, trying to decipher what they were discussing. ‘What holiday were they talking about? They said a month from now, so that would be May. There’s no true holiday in May, what the hell were they talking about?” He pondered. Getting stumped and finding no obvious answer, he decided to break the silence. “So what exactly do you have to do today? If you don’t mind me asking.” He saw Till stiffen up in his seat. “I don’t mind. I have to preside over something at the temple tonight.” He supplied. “You know, you still haven’t told me what it is you do there. And I remembered that you promised.” Christoph said, trying to pry the information out of Till. Jaw clenching, Till replied “It’s like a fraternity of other affluent men, we have gatherings to discuss various things. Sometimes we have ceremonies and that’s about it, it’s quite stiff and formal.” Absorbing the information Christoph nodded, comparing the information he received to the experience he’d had outside the temple that one night.  He was unsure of what to believe now. Should he believe what Till said or the crazy shit he’d experienced when trying to listen in on what they were doing in the temple? He really didn’t know anymore, too much bizarre stuff was happening for him to make sense of anything. His once simple world was being turned upside down.

When they arrived outside of Christoph’s residence they walked together up to his front door. “I’m sorry I cannot spend the day with you as planned.” Till said softly. Smiling at how soft-spoken the man could be at times, Christoph pulled Till into a hug surprising the other man. “It’s alright, like I said earlier I understand that you’re a busy man.” Till nodded at this. “’Also, I wanted to thank you for telling me about my… family situation.” Christoph also added looking at the ground. Till lifted Christoph’s face with a finger and placed a searing hot kiss upon his lips. Christoph instantly deepened the kiss earning a growled moan from Till. Wanting to stop before things got too heavy, Till pulled away sucking on Christoph’s bottom lip as he withdrew. “You’re welcome.” He said and then turned to leave, his face serious “Be careful Christoph.” And then he left.

Snapping out of his haze at Till’s words, Christoph frowned at the odd departure as he turned the lock to his door. Walking in to the living room he called out for Paul but got no response. Shrugging his shoulders he decided that he wanted to take a bath, as he walked over to the bathroom he suddenly felt a pang of fatigue. Gripping onto the door sill he scrunched his eyes shut trying to fend of the sudden onslaught of faintness he felt. Pushing the feeling down, he righted himself and went to turn the warm water on. Sitting on the toilet seat to wait for the tub to fill, he thought ‘What the hell was that?’

When the tub was filled to his satisfaction, he stripped and sunk in to the warm soothing water.  Closing his eyes, Christoph began to ponder his future once more. As he thought out his course of action, he unknowingly began to slip underneath the water until he was completely submerged.

{Flashback}

A ten year old Christoph stood at the top of the grand staircase with his father, fidgeting uncomfortably in his new suit. “Do you see all of these people here, Christoph?” His father asked. Looking down at the crowd of lavishly dressed people, Christoph replied “Yes, Father. What about them?” His father then put a hand on the boy’s head lovingly. “They exist for our benefit.” His father said simply. Christoph’s youthful face contorted in confusion. “What do you mean for our benefit, Father?” His father then gave a robust chuckle. “You have so much to learn, my boy. What I mean is that these people need us, but we do not need them.”  Christoph’s expression became even more perplexed, so his father explained further. “They need us because we provide them something that they need…”

 Christoph’s face lit up in understanding. “Like money, right?” His father nodded a proud look upon his visage. “Yes, partially; that is a minor aspect of their need. What they truly want from us is power, something that has been in our family’s grasp for centuries.” Still slightly unsure of what his father was trying to allude to the boy asked “But if money is not important and power is then why even have money?” His father gave an unnerving smile. “We have money so the regular populace is too distracted to go looking for where the real power lies.” “And where is that, Father?” Christoph asked, truly interested in what his father had to say. “The true power lies in the unseen forces.” “The unseen forces…” Christoph repeated to himself. “But how…” The boy began, but his father put his hand on his shoulder to silence him as he saw the boy’s mother approaching with a sour look upon her face “How? Now that’s a lesson for another day.”

{End Flashback}

Christoph coughed the last bit of water on to the cold tile of the floor and stared blindly at the talking misshapen blob above him. “Christoph! Christoph! C’mon say something!” Came Paul’s frantic voice. The sound of his friend’s voice helped him to push away the fog, and he robotically pushed himself into a sitting position.  “I’m fine Paul. What are you yelling for?” He said, his brain a bit muddled and still pondering his vision. “What am I yelling for?!” Paul asked astonished. “When I came in here to take a piss I find you under the water, damn near blue! And you ask me what’s wrong?!”

Christoph snapped out of his reverie at that. “Under the water? But I just got in the tub.” Paul’s eyes looked like they were going to fall out of his head. “Are you kidding me?! When I pulled you out you weren’t breathing! It took me almost ten minutes to get you to breathe!” Paul shouted. Christoph still a bit listless, waved his hand dismissively. “Paul you worry too much. I probably fell asleep in the tub and slipped under the water. You probably came in not too long after. It’s really not that serious.” Paul shook his head at his friend’s words, still worried about his condition. “Do you want to go to the hospital?”

Christoph ,who was now staring off into space again, said “No, I’ll be fine.” And with that he pushed himself off of the tiled floor, unfazed by his nudity. Paul stood up and hurried after the strange acting boy, intent on making sure he was alright. “Do you need anything at all?” He asked as he followed Christoph into his room and watched the boy flop onto the bed apathetically. “No, I’ll be fine. I will call out for you if I need something, alright?” Christoph said as he stared at his ceiling. “Alright. Leave your door unlocked so I can check on you to make sure you’re okay.” The other man said. “Okay.” Came the quiet response. Paul then turned to leave, pausing for a second, wanting to ask about the scratches on the boy’s sides, but thinking better of it. After all he knew the boy liked to keep his secrets secret and if he wanted you to know he would tell on his own time. Sighing Paul went to go watch a bit of television, hopefully to get his mind off of the scare he’d just experienced.

Still staring at his ceiling, Christoph pondered the dream he’d had in the bath. Really he knew it was a flashback, a memory he pushed into the far recesses of his mind. But why would he remember that specific memory? Why not something warmer, more intimate? When he thought about it, he realized all of the memories he had of his father were of him trying to explain the world to him. Perhaps that was the man’s equivalent of playing catch with him, like a ‘normal’ father would. Deep within himself he knew he’d recalled that memory because of the recent information he found out.  Information he was still very unsure about.

Should he take his father’s place as head of his estate? ‘There’s no one else but me’ He thought.  And wasn’t he tired of being powerless? Leaving his fate up to where ever the wind decides to blow it. Could he really continue living the life the way it is, knowing there was something better out there for him? What of these 'unseen' forces, are they the cause of all the bizarre occurrences? Christoph couldn't even begin to fathom that aspect of the conundrum. He had so many unanswered questions blazing within the confines of his mind.

Christoph opened the drawer next to his bed and pulled out his mother’s rosary. Looking upon the intricate work of jewelry, he didn’t feel the comfort that he’d felt before. Now he felt the pangs of resentment and loathing. Narrowing his eyes at the offending piece of jewelry, Christoph remembered all of the terrible words that were said about his father; all of the fights they thought he didn’t hear. He even thought about the last day he spent with his mother, even on that day she poisoned him against his father only to die and leave him alone. Alone to fend for himself, always looking behind his back afraid of the ‘monster’ that was his father dragging him back into a cesspit of ‘damnation’. His mother made him weak and distrustful of the world, steering him away from his destiny and leaving him lost and confused about his place in the world. 

He tossed the piece of metal back into the dresser and slammed the drawer shut. No longer would he remain feeble and unsure, he’d rise to the challenge and claim what was rightfully his. He’d reject this meager life in exchange for a better one. He didn’t have to be ruthless and power hungry like his mother had always accused his father of being. ‘No, he’d maintain his moral standing and only provide for those he cared about, it was as simple as that.’ He thought as he began to drift off into unconsciousness.

If only it were truly that simple...

Author's Comment: So we found out a bit more about that odd temple Till likes to frequent and learned a bit more of Christoph's past which has led him to make a very important decision. A decision that will change every aspect of his life, and his understanding of the very world he lives in. The path he's now chosen will alter the very essence of his soul. Will he the discover the grave danger and repent or willingly submit to the dark forces that call out for him? Stay tuned for the next chapter of Change of Skin!