We are all alone————那朝潮夕涌的孤寂，不属于千万年沧桑的光影相合We are all alone by Erica-Dong
Das Spiel part 48: Meeting RammsteinDas Spiel part 48: Meeting Rammstein by rammoholic
DAS SPIEL PART 48: Meeting Rammstein
*later at Peter's*
Peter: *sits in the couch with Flake* what’s wrong? You’ve been nervous all night
F: *rolls his thumbs and looks at him* …you’re invite- or…I’m inviting you to meet my friends on Friday…
Peter: oh? *chuckles* that doesn’t seem all that bad
F: But you don’t understand *groans and falls backwards on the couch* they’re…special *covers his face with his arm*
Peter: *leans in and kisses him on the lips* and I…? You think I haven’t seen ‘special’ before?
F: *sighs into the kiss and looks at him and smiles* …yeah…maybe. But they are…very….VERY special *raises his eyebrows*
Peter: then I’ll find it out when I meet them… *pushes Flake down and climbs on top of him*
F: *moans and invites Peter's tongue into his mouth*
Peter: *starts kissing down Flake’s neck and slides his hands up his legs, hi
Das Spiel part 47: Till's big stepDas Spiel part 47: Till's big step by rammoholic
DAS SPIEL PART 47: Till's big step
*later at the bar with all the friends gathered*
Olli: *hugs Richard* Congratulations *smiles at him*
Rich: Thank you Olli *smiles softly and looks at Till*
Till: *smiles slightly but stops when Ray jumps in front of him and looks really happy*
Ray: *points at him and jumps up in his arms* YOU SMILED!! And I didn’t even have to force you *kisses him and hangs around his neck*
Rich: *looks at them and raises an eyebrow at Till*
Till: *looks really troubled and drags him and Ray off to Milos in the corner* hey man, help me…
Milos: *turns around and sees them* aaaw aren’t you two just the most precious couple? *giggles loudly* what’s the problem sugar?
Till: he’s getting all clingy and loving…do something…freak him out, hot stuff
Milos: mmhmmm I totally see that *grabs Ray’s arm and leads him a bit away from Till* Hey, pumpkin *gives him a drink* you are super cute, suuuuper duper cute *pinches hi
Bestraft SeeleHe tossed and he turned.Bestraft Seele by Rammstein-Kruspe
He screamed and he burned.
He ran and he hid.
And they found him.
His innocence corrupted.
His mind gone blank.
He saw him and his heart fluttered.
The little boy was rank.
You'll never be good enough,
She would say. She would yell.
You'll never be loved, hun.
He knew nothing was well.
He would beg her to stay.
She said no. Always.
He would cry, watching.
She said no. Always.
Richard shot up in bed, breathing hard, sweat beaded on his forehead. His eyes were open wide and he could feel his heart beating out of his chest. He inhaled deeply and exhaled, calming himself down. He looked at the clock. Three AM. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and got out of the bed and walked into the hotel room kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water. He opened it and quickly downed it. Richard then leaned against the counter and sighed. The dream was recurring and seemed to never end. He didn't really much care she had left him at such a young age.