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! ^_^

Kann Denn Liebe Sünde Sein? (Chapter Three & Four)

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Kann Denn Liebe Sünde Sein?

[Chapter Three: Them]

Richard woke up early the next morning, looking over to the other bed he saw that no one else was there yet. Confused, he stood from the bed and looked out the window and saw that the sun hadn’t even risen yet. No longer tired and he decided to explore the place and have a cigarette while at it. Grabbing his cigarettes and a jacket, Richard left the room and locked the door behind him. Walking out of the building and turning in the direction of where he saw trees, he kept a look out for other people. As he strolled along, Richard took in the landscape of the property, thinking to himself that this place was indeed quite beautiful. When he made it to the tree line dawn was just beginning to break, allowing him the ability to see more than he had before.

Walking into the woods intent on seeing how far the trees went back and if there was a fence or not. Once he felt he was deep enough in the wood, he took out a cigarette and lit the end. Stepping over the downed logs, he took a drag of his cigarette as he enjoyed the nature around him. ‘This is totally going to be where I come when I need a break from them.’ He thought to himself. After walking for a good five minutes he came to a brick wall of decent height. ‘It’s not too tall for me to scale, especially if I got a running start.’ He mused.

Deciding he spent enough time lingering there and not wanting anyone to come looking for him, Richard left the woods and headed back to his living quarters. By the time he made it back to the dorms the sun had fully risen into the sky, the birds heralding its arrival. Pulling the door open, he saw that there were now some students milling about socializing with one another. Not bothering to make an attempt to interact, Richard made his way back to his room. Sticking his key into the doorknob, he unlocked the door and pushed it open and saw his roommate’s belongings on the vacant bed. 

Shutting the door behind him he walked over to his own bed and picked up the package there. Realizing it was uniform he tore the plastic open, taking out the black jacket, tie and pants and white dress shirt. He was thankful that the uniform wasn’t a horrible color scheme; he could live with this uniform. Hell, he could even make it look stylish. Figuring that he might as well get dressed for class now, he walked into the bathroom and locked the door. Shedding his bed clothes and boots, he slipped into the dress pants and buttoned up the shirt leaving the top three open. He then slid the tie over his head, but did not tighten it choosing to leave it hanging loose. He then slid his jacket on and bent down to pick his hoodie up and took his pack of cigarettes and lighter and stuffed them into jacket.

Walking back out of the room and noting his roommate still hadn’t returned, he grabbed his eyeliner and hair gel from his bag. Returning to the bathroom and kicking the door shut, he set about fixing himself up. Popping the top off of the eyeliner he ran the kohl tip along the rim of each eye. Then he dabbed his fingers into the hair gel and ran his fingers through his hair smoothing it down so that it hugged the contours of his face. Stepping back and looking in the mirror, he nodded his head pleased. ‘Damn, I make this uniform look sharp!’ He thought haughtily. He then stepped into his boots not bothering to tie up the laces.

Exiting the bathroom he saw a boy sitting on the other bed reading over a piece of paper. Richard stared at the boy while he waited for him to notice his presence. The boy looked to be the same age as he was, he was cute in that innocent puppy dog kind of way.  His uniform was worn conventionally, but upon his feet were a pair of eight-hole Doc Martin’s with red laces. ‘He must have some kind of style.’ Richard mused.

The boy looked up from his page and jumped a bit when he noticed Richard leaning on the door sill leering at him. “Oh, hey!  My name’s Christoph, you must be Richard.” The boy said cheerfully, his crystal blue eyes sparkling. Richard just continued to stare at the boy, sizing him up. When Richard didn’t immediately respond, Christoph began to fidget under Richard’s intense gaze. Richard then smiled a warm smile and replied. “Yeah, I’m Richard.”  As he walked over to the corner of his bed and sat down. Feeling relieved, Christoph said. “You had me scared for a minute, what was that all about?”

“I just wanted to make sure that you were cool.” Richard said bluntly. “Did I pass?” Christoph asked. “Yeah.” Came the response. “You seem pretty cool yourself. I’m glad that you’re not one of those conceited douche bags.” Christoph said. “Oh, you mean the people I saw out there being obnoxious at this time of morning?” Richard questioned, snickering a bit. “Yeah, those are the ones, I have a feeling we’re gonna get along just fine.” Christoph laughed.  Now laughing too, Richard agreed. “Yeah, me too.”

“You hungry?” Christoph asked. Richard nodded “A bit.” “Alright, then let’s go. Then I can tell you about the school.” Christoph said as he stood to leave. Standing and following behind Christoph, the two exited the room.  Vacating the building once more, Richard listened intently as Christoph talked about the school; nodding and answering when needed. They entered the main building and walked into a large dining room. Getting in line and grabbing plates, they helped themselves to whatever food they wanted. Richard settled on having some Belgian waffles and juice and Christoph took a bit of everything.

They picked a table that was away from everyone so they could hear themselves talk. “So what do you think so far?” Christoph asked between bites of food. Richard shrugged his shoulders. ”I’m not sure yet, I don’t think I’ve seen enough to form an opinion.” “Yeah, I understand. Oh, you know we have all the same classes right?” Christoph inquired. Finishing up his waffle, Richard nodded. “Yeah, what’s the first class?

Christoph reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. Unfolding it Christoph read “English and then Biology II.” Sighing and rubbing his head, Richard thought ‘Today’s gonna be a long one.’ Looking back at Christoph he asked “Hey, you wouldn’t have any extra pens or paper would you?” Taking a swig of his milk and sitting it on the table, Christoph replied “Yeah, you won’t be needing it today. On the first day all the teachers do is talk and all the classes are cut short.” “Awesome.” Richard said, feeling relieved that he wouldn’t be thrown head first back into school work. “Class starts in ten minutes. Let’s start heading toward the class before everyone else does.” Christoph said as he stood and pushed his chair in, Richard then stood and followed suit.

On the way to class they talked about the things they liked, their favorite bands and where they were from.  Entering the classroom the two headed for the seats in the back, the seats that were notorious for those who didn’t plan on paying much attention. Not too much longer a bell sounded and students filled the hall, scrambling to make it to their assigned classes. The two boys talked up until the teacher entered the room and began to speak. Upon seeing the crotchety old man, Richard knew that this class wasn’t going to be easy.  After listening for a while, Richard began to tune the old man out; instead turning slightly to converse quietly with Christoph.

About thirty minutes later the bell rang, signaling that it was time to move onto the next class. Standing, Richard followed Christoph to the next class. “Man, I can already tell the class is gonna kill me.” Richard complained as he stretched his back as he walked. Laughing Christoph replied “Yeah, I hear ya on that one. I could hear by brain cells dying, that’s how bored I was.” Then Christoph was hit rudely in the shoulder by some big beefy males as they walked past him and then came to stand in front of them blocking their way. “So who’s the pretty boy, Christoph? Is he your boyfriend?” The tall blonde said, his lackey’s laughing behind him. “Leave us alone, Lars. It’s too early for this shit.” Christoph sneered.

The blond stepped forward, trying to be intimidating. “What did you say to me you little shit?” Christoph opened his mouth to say something, but Richard beat him to the punch. “Ah, so that’s where that horrid smell was coming from. Hey, smelly instead of picking on those of us who practice normal hygiene. Why don’t you carry your ass back to your room and scrape that yellow cheese off your teeth?”

The blonde sputtered, not able to come up with a response and stalked down the hallway, his lackeys following silently behind him. “Wow. You really don’t joke around do you?” Christoph remarked, surprised at Richard’s ferocity. 

“No, I don’t let people trample over me and you shouldn’t either. People like that are weak and insecure. See how he called me ‘pretty boy’ and asked if we were dating? He didn’t say that because he just wanted to get you.” Richard looked at Christoph emphatically. “He said that because he’s gay and wanted to fuck you and got jealous!” Richard said bluntly not bothering to lower his voice.

Christoph looked like he wanted to choke, and quickly snatched Richard up by the arm and pulled him down the hall. Whispering harshly, Christoph said “You’ve got to be kidding right? Tell me you don’t believe what you are saying.” Shaking his head, Richard spoke a bit quieter this time. “Listen Christoph there’s a lot you don’t know about me, I’m pretty sure that you’ve been pretty sheltered and well taken care of all your life right?” Christoph seemed to think for a bit before responding. “Yes, you’re correct. My life’s been boring, painfully so I might add.”

“Well, I’m just the opposite. Let’s just say I’m 'well-traveled' to save time, but I’ve encountered many guys like that one back there and they nine times out of ten they turn out to be gay. I swear on my most valuable possession.” Richard explained.

Looking around and whispering once more, Christoph asked. “Richard I won’t judge you, but are you…” “Yeah, you’re just figuring this out?” Richard shook his head. Christoph began to stutter “No! I had though-. Look I’m gay too.” Richard’s brows rose. ”Ah, well it’s good to know I’m not alone here.” Christoph sighed “That’s the problem, we are alone.  No one can know, we’re at a Catholic school after all and most people here are more than hostile to people like us. That’s why I meant to say something earlier about your uniform. I’m surprised no teacher has said anything yet, but I say push it for as long as you can get away with it.”

Richard didn’t have time to respond because they had made it to their class and he didn’t want to discuss such sensitive matters with so many ears near-by. Taking their seats at the back of the class once more, they waited for the lesson to start. Once the teacher got pretty far into the droning, the two boys began to whisper quietly to each other occasionally when nothing important was being said. They went through the next two classes much the same way.

Exiting the math class slightly in a glum mood because they could tell this teacher was going to swamp them with work they made their way to lunch. “Do you want to eat back in our room?” Christoph asked as they descended the stairs. “Yeah, that would be preferable to the lunchroom.”

Repeating the same process as they had with breakfast, they helped themselves to whatever food was sat out on the lengthy table. Carrying their trays back to their rooms, they sat on their respective beds.

“So what’s next? How many classes do we have left?” Richard asked and then drank some of his juice. Finishing chewing his food, Christoph replied. “Art and then Music Theory and then we’re done for the day.” “Awesome.” Richard said glad for two light classes at the end of the day. Finishing their food and returning the dishes back to the lunch room and headed toward their art class. Art went by with a breeze as expected, the teacher was refreshing from the last few; actually interacting with them instead of straight lecturing.

Walking out of the building over to the large church, Richard spoke. “I thought we were going to music theory?” “We are, it’s held in the Church.” Christoph explained. The two walked up the tree shaded path up to the old church, pulling a heavy wooden door open and walking in. Walking through the main area where Mass was held, they walked through the corridor going through another door. They passed a door that was cracked open and seemed to be a band or choir practice room of some sorts. Once at the end of the corridor they turned and walked into a room that was set up in traditional classroom way, the only difference being the extra-long chalkboard.  Seeing that there were no seats left in the back at all the two were forced to take a seat in the very front.

The two boys conversed about nothing in particular as they waited for class to start. “You said you’ve had this teacher before, how are they?” Christoph shrugged and rocked his hand from side-to-side. “He’s a good teacher, and a fair grader. He doesn’t give too much work, but he does demand that it’s on time. He’s soft spoken and yet sometimes very commanding. It’s like he’s passive-aggressive or something.” Christoph rambled, but whispered the last part. “You’d probably think he’s cute though.” He then began to laugh at Richard trying to swat him for the remark.  The two joked back and forth for a few minutes more until they heard someone clear their throat.

Looking at the front of the class room, Richard fought his instincts to howl and whistle like he’d seen that cartoon wolf do in an American cartoon once. ‘Cute?! Christoph thought this man was cute?!’ Richard thought. No, this man, no Adonis, was not cute. Cute was reserved for the boys on teeny bop magazines, this man hot, he was striking, he was… A PRIEST?! Richard felt like his eyes were going to fall out of his head. ‘All of that hunk of man wasted on Priesthood?’ He wondered incredulously. ‘It should be a crime against humanity!’ He thought with a nod.

Raking his hand through his shiny blue-black hair, the man waited for the class to settle down. “Now that I see that I’ve gotten your attention. My name is Father Lindemann. You may call me Herr Lindemann if it pleases you.” He said in his rich sounding voice. ‘Yeah it pleases me’ Richard thought dreamily, especially loving the way his teacher rolled his ‘r’s.

“I do not give a lot of work, but I do expect you to put forth effort in this class. I want you to take this class just as seriously as you would take math or science, because music is just another application of both of those studies. Now I will call your names to make sure you’re all present. Say ‘here’ when I call your names.” Father Lindemann began to call off the names from the list, with each respective student replying in kind.

Richard watched Father Lindemann’s every move, noticing how each bicep bulged , how broad his chest was and how strong his legs (and other appendages) looked underneath those fitted dress slacks.  Hearing that he was getting closer to calling his name Richard tried to focus. “Richard Kruspe.” Father Lindemann called. “Here.” Richard barely managed to get that out, almost melting at the way his name sounded on the man’s lips.

Class went by all too fast for Richard’s liking, he found the he was going to enjoy the class.  Not just for the delicious eye candy, but because the class was about music. Something he was passionate about and it seemed like Father Lindemann was too and when a teacher was actually interested in their subject it always made the experience more tolerable. Standing once the bell sounded, they walked passed Father Lindemann who was erasing the chalk from the board. Richard couldn’t help stare at his nice full ass, reveling in the way his dress pants hugged his ass. Richard wanted to sigh. A sharp jab to the ribs brought him out of his reverie. “What?” Richard said confused to as why Christoph had such an impish grin upon his face. “Nothing, I’ll tell you when we get back to the room.”

The two walked in companionable silence back to their room, enjoying the early Autumn weather. Once back in the safety of their room, Richard was the first to speak. “Ok, spill it! What’s so damn funny?” Bursting into laugher, Christoph replied “You’ve got the hots for our teacher and what makes it even funnier is that he’s a priest on top of it!”  Flopping onto his bed Richard retorted “Yeah, so what if I think he’s hot! It’s not like it’s a lie, even you said he was cute.” Christoph  smirked and shrugged. “Yeah he is, but I know he’s not worth drooling over. You’re barking up the wrong tree, though I did notice something odd…” Christoph trailed off. “What did you notice?” Richard asked looking at Christoph intently. “I did notice that his eyes did linger on you a bit more than normal especially when we left, but he could’ve just been scrutinizing the way you were dressed. I’m not too sure.”

Richard sighed dreamily hugging his pillow, thinking back on the good-looking teacher. “Maybe he was staring at me, that’d be so awesome.” Rolling his eyes and laughing Christoph said “Ew, don’t start fantasizing with me in the room. If you want privacy just let me know.”

Chucking his pillow at Christoph, Richard laughed along with him. “Oh shut up, you know you’d stay and watch!” Christoph threw Richard’s pillow back at him. “It’s almost dinner, are you hungry?” Shaking his head, Richard said “No, I’m still full from earlier.” Christoph raised a brow and asked “Are you sure?” “Yeah, just go without me. I’ll be here when you get back.” He replied.

Standing and walking to the door Christoph said “I’ll be back soon, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” And with that he left. Feeling exhausted from having such a long day Richard changed into his bed clothes and decided to go to sleep.

[Chapter Four: Theory]

Two weeks had gone by and Richard hadn’t attempted to escape yet. The only two things that have kept him here so far were Christoph and his Music Theory teacher. Not only was he great to look at, but he was a wonderful teacher. Richard was doing great in that class, actually putting forth an effort and interacting with the teacher.

Now he sat in class chatting with Christoph as usual, waiting for class to begin. Father Lindemann walked in the room and waited for everyone to fall silent. Ending their conversation and directing their attention to the waiting teacher, Richard saw Father Lindemann nod his greeting to him and he returned it with a nod of his own. Strangely since the discussion they had in class about musical texture and Richard gave an exceptional explanation on what that meant, Father Lindemann had been paying extra attention to him ever since.

Now that everyone had finally noticed their teacher’s presence the talking came to a halt and then the lesson began. “Today we are covering Consonance and Dissonance…” Father Lindeman began.

Richard began to focus intently, this being another topic he knew much about. Richard was always the first to raise his hand to answer a question or make a comment, earning snickers of ‘teacher’s pet’ from some students behind him. Richard didn’t give a fuck about them though, only caring about pleasing Father Lindemann and getting good marks. Through one thing that was more rewarding than good grades, were the rare times Father Lindemann would smile. Richard almost burst the first time he saw the teacher give one of his dashing smiles. To Richard’s credit, he was the only one in class to provoke such reactions from the normally stoic man; usually causing them with a passionate outburst or when he would debate him on a topic.

As always this class ended all too soon, Richard could literally spend hours just listening to the man talk. “I have the graded papers from your quiz, come get them from me as you exit the room.” Father Lindeman said as he took at seat behind his desk. Waiting for most of the students to get their paper and leave, Richard and Christoph walked up to the desk. “Here’s your paper, Christoph and yours Richard. Christoph? May I speak to Richard alone?” Nodding his head as he began to walk away Christoph said “I’ll wait for you outside Richard.”

Looking back at the handsome teacher, Richard asked “I’m not in trouble am I?” The teacher’s nice lips turned upward in a slight smile. “No, far from it. I just wanted to tell you that you’re doing wonderful in my class and ask you something.” Richard nodded and waited for the teacher to continue. “I want to ask you what your experience with music is. You seem quite knowledgeable about the subject.”

“Well…” Richard began “I play guitar and I used to play piano, I was classically trained by my mother.” His face fell as he said this. “But, I’ve been involved in music ever since I could walk. It’s like second nature to me.” Father Lindemann smiled a warm smile and said “That’s great to hear, it’s quite hard to find people you’re age who are passionate about something.” Richard could’ve sworn he saw a spark in the man’s vivid blue-green eyes. “The reason I asked such a question is because at this school we offer some of our musically inclined students the opportunity to use the instruments in the choir room. I’m the one that monitors who can get to access to them and I’ve decided to extend the opportunity to you. Sadly we don’t have an electric guitar for you to play…”

“How’d you know I played electric?” Richard interrupted. Father Lindemann laughed a low hearty laugh that seemed to fill the room, turning Richard’s insides to mush. “I’m not that old, Richard. I can tell by the way you wear your uniform that you’d play electric guitar, you don’t seem like one of those sensitive types that cling to using only acoustics.” He explained.

Richard grinned at his pretty spot on analysis of him. “But like I was saying there is no electric guitar, but there is an acoustic. You’re welcome to come here anytime and play it and sometimes I’ll even let you sneak it out so you can play in your room if you like. You’ve just got to keep that between us, ok?” Father Lindemann winked at Richard.

Richard felt like melting when he winked at him. “Definitely! I won’t tell a soul!” He exclaimed excitedly. ”Well then go on, I won’t hold you up any longer. See you tomorrow.” Father Lindemann said. “See you tomorrow Father Lindemann. Thanks again.” Richard said.

As Richard exited the room feeling light as a feather, he missed the longing look Father Lindemann cast at his retreating form. Walking out of the church, Richard found Christoph waiting for him on a near-by bench. Standing as Richard walked over, he asked hurriedly “So what did he want?” Richard with a grin still plastered to his face replied “He just wanted to tell me that I’m allowed to go use that instruments that they have if I please.”

As they walked back to their living quarters, Christoph pressed Richard for more answers. “Yeah, with the way your smiling it seems like he offered you more than just a chance to play some music.” He said suggestively. Catching on to what Christoph was implying Richard gave him a playful shove. “No, Christoph. It’s nothing like that, though…” Richard began to think to himself.

Interested in what transpired, Christoph said “Though what? What happened?” Richard shook his head as if clearing his head. “It’s nothing. It just seemed like…” He trailed off again. This time Christoph stood in Richard’s path blocking him. “Tell me!” He said looking like an indignant child. Shaking his head once more, Richard pulled Christoph by the arm and whispered loudly “Alright! Alright! When I was in there talking to Father Lindemann it seemed as if he were flirting with me.” Upon seeing the glassy look in Christoph’s eyes, he knew he had to add more to his statement. “BUT, I could be reading into it too much and he could just be very nice. Though he did wink at me…I don’t know.”

Eyes big as saucers now, Christoph exclaimed “He winked at you! He was totally flirting.” Looking around to see if anyone heard, Richard shushed Christoph. “Shh! Don’t say that out loud and like I said he could just be nice.” Rolling his eyes as they walked up the stairs to their room Christoph said “I’ve had him as a teacher before and never did he smile as much as he does now and never did he wink at anyone. If anything he’s been kind of cold and indifferent.” Walking through the door to the room and sitting upon their respective beds, Richard replied. “People do change. Maybe he’s happier now than when you had him last.”

“I don’t know, Richard. I’ve seen him around campus occasionally and he looks much the same way he did the last time I had class with him. But when in class he seems almost like a different person.” Christoph explained. Richard shrugged “Maybe we’re reading too much into the situation. Perhaps he’s really passionate about music like I am and that’s why he seems happier in class.”

“Hey, I’ve got to go to the front office to make a phone call home. Are you gonna go to dinner tonight?” Christoph asked. “Nah, I’m gonna skip dinner again.” Richard replied. “You mean you’re gonna go smoke in the woods?” Christoph said. “You’ve got it.” Richard said looking at his chipped nail polish. “Alright, well I’ll be back after dinner then. You should let me come with you on your next excursion. Be back later.” He said walking to the door.

“Yeah, you can come the next time. See ya in a bit.” Richard replied. Waiting a few minutes for the stragglers to make it to the dining hall, Richard stood up and left the room.  Hurrying into the woods, the last rays of light illuminating the way Richard made his way to his normal spot along the wall. Opining to himself about how hard it was to curb his smoking habit to make his cigarettes last these two weeks. Taking one out he tried to light it, but his lighter seemed to be out of fluid so he shook it trying to get one last spark out of it. “Need a light?” A deep voice sounded from behind him. Jumping and turning to face the person who startled him. There stood Father Lindemann leaning on the wall taking a drag from a cigarette of his own.

“F-Father Lindemann…” Richard began, but was stopped. “There’s nothing to worry about Richard. I won’t say anything, after all we’re both doing something that’s forbidden on school grounds. Now here take this lighter.” He said in his smooth rich voice. Taking the lighter from his hands, Richard lit his cigarette and mumbled a bashful “Thanks.” “Anytime.” Came the reply. Looking at Father Lindemann , Richard realized how sexy this man was as he smoked; the fact that he was wearing a priest’s collar somehow making him look all the more enticing. Finally finding his ability to speak, Richard said “I didn’t peg you for a person who smokes.” A rumbling laugh was his response, causing a warmth to bloom in Richard’s loins. Smiling sensuously, Father Lindeman said “We all have our vices, don’t we?”  Taking a drag of his cigarette, Richard nodded. “Yeah, can’t disagree with that.” Father Lindemann walked closer, closing the gap between them. “The key is to find the balance between indulgence and restraint.”

Now he stood less than a foot away from Richard, so close that Richard could feel his body heat and smell his intoxicating scent. The two stared at each other neither saying anything, but the message that was being communicated was one and the same. Longing. Craving. Yearning.

Richard licked his lips since they were suddenly extremely dry, taking in how Father Lindemann’s intense gaze seemed to follow the trail of his tongue keenly. “Father?” Richard questioned. The man’s eyes travel back up to Richard’s face still with that hungry look upon his face. Taking a final puff of his cigarette and then discarding it, Father Lindemann leaned in closer. His lips almost brushing Richard’s, his eyes glued to Richard’s watching them begin to slide close.

Pulling back with a smirk plastered on his face, Father Lindemann waited for realization to hit Richard. When Richard opened his eyes after breaking out of his haze, Father Lindemann caressed the side of Richard’s face and turned and walked away murmuring something that sounded like ‘too cute’.  Realizing he still had the man’s lighter, Richard called out “Wait! I have your lighter.”

Stopping and turning his profile to Richard, he simply said “Keep it.” And continued on, seemingly disappearing into the darkness. Richard just stood in place for a while longer, still dazed and confused to what had just occurred.

‘Father Lindemann was just now flirting with me’ Richard thought in disbelief. ‘And he’s a huge tease!’ A shiver of excitement ran down Richard’s spine. Realizing that’d he’d been gone longer than he should have; he pocketed the lighter and left the area. The entire walk back he appeared to be in a trance, replaying the event over and over again in his head. Walking mechanically up the stairs, to his shared room he stuck his key and but didn’t have a chance to turn the knob before the door swung open.

“Where have you been? I almost considered looking for you until I realized I had no clue where you went.” Christoph scolded as Richard sat robotically on his bed. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Christoph said worriedly.

“Nothing’s wrong.” Richard responded distantly, his hand now in his pocket caressing the cool metal of the lighter making sure that it was real. “Then why do you seem so…distant.” Christoph said sitting across from Richard. “I’m just thinking.” Richard said shortly. “About what? Whatever it is you can tell me Richard, we’ve already shared a lot of personal information.”

Heaving a sigh Richard stared at Christoph for a bit, trying to determine if he should share what happened with his newfound friend. Feeling the other boy was trustworthy, Richard began softly. “When I was in the woods…” Christoph leaned in further. “ I was trying to light my cigarette, but my lighter was dead and you’ll never believe who just showed up out of nowhere.” Leaning in even further Christoph said “Who?’ even though he had an inkling of an idea. “Father Lindemann.” Richard answered. “No…” Christoph said disbelievingly. “Yeah and he was smoking too. And you wouldn’t believe what he said. He offered to light my cigarette.” Christoph made a sound of excitement. “I’m sure you were happy about that, what else happened?”

“That’s it, we just talked for a bit and then left.” Richard fibbed. Christoph raised an eyebrow. “You really expect me to believe that? You wouldn’t come back looking the way you did if that’s all that happened.” Rolling his eyes, Richard cursed the boy’s inquisitiveness. “Alright. He also tried to…kiss me.” Christoph gasped. “Are you serious?! You said tried. What happened?” Shaking his head now, Richard replied “He tried to kiss me, but he was teasing me. You know trying to rile me up.”

Christoph had a sly look plastered upon his face. “Did you like it?” Richard couldn’t lie, he more than liked it, he fucking loved it. He wanted it to happen again, even now he could still feel the ghost of his breath upon his lips. “Yeah, of course I liked it.” He said.

“Ah, an illicit love affair those are usually the best kind.” Christoph mused. “But Richard, please be careful. Both of you could get into really deep shit if you get found out.” Richard nodded in understanding. “I really don’t think anything is gonna come of this. It was probably a fluke or something.”  Christoph stood to go to the bathroom. “Just be careful. I like having you around.”

While Christoph was in the shower Richard changed into his bed clothes intent on getting some rest and banishing the earlier incident from his mind for the time being. When Christoph finally emerged from the shower, he saw Richard passed out on the bed and decided to retire for the night too.

Author's Comment: Yay! Two more chapters down. See? I said I would start to steam up pretty quickly! The next two chapters are much the same, drawing out the sexual tension between the two. Well, I'm off to go type of the next two chapters and then finish up the next chapter of Change of Skin. Tschüss!