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THANATOS | PART 01 — AGES OF DELIRIUM

SUMMARY | MY MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: Explicit Language, Sexual Insinuations (Graphic), Sex (Explicit), Suffocation (For sexual and other purposes), Violence (Graphic), Desecration of Corpse, Murder, Concealment of Corpse, Blood, Masturbation (Male), Oral Sex (Fem!R).

NOTE: Skin, hair and body descriptions were purposely vague so that everyone interested can have a turn. Please let me know if further warnings are required. This damn thing is dark, I can't make it any clearer.

Word Count: 8.4K

A/N: A week ago, I had one of the most deliciously random conversations in the 'Cabaré Mafia do Zemo' squad, where the insane idea for this story was born. A darkfic with Daniel Brühl (or rather an OC created to be played by him) as a methodical, sexual compulsive serial killer.

I won't lie, I bought the idea right away.

I've always been a crime buff, I spent a good part of my childhood and adolescence consuming series like Mindhunter, Criminal Minds and my dearest CSI. As the conversation goes, right after some specific ramblings on where this character (still nameless) would act and how, this story began to grown.

A one-shot story (you see, one) sprung up in the darker back of my mind and I obviously said, “well, why not?”

I named it, loved and cared, and here's the beast. What should have been a one-shot turned out to be a chronological anthology. Here is the first part of seven in all, assuming I don't invent writing an epilogue, but that will be taken into account another time.

Good reading!

IT WAS New Year's Eve, and the music in the background had a persistent bass note that rumbled heavily against Lenz Heindemann's ribs. He was detached from the dancing crowd of young people, who enjoyed the bonanza of their youth showered with alcohol and drugs of innumerable types.

His slender figure wore simple clothes for the occasion, — a grey flannel shirt, under a white button-down shirt that was too open, and dark jeans that denoted his long legs. The worn brown leather industrial boots screamed that the boy didn't mind all the commotion, after all, it was just another day, in another tedious year on the calendar.

The poor quality beer was bitter and left a bad taste in his mouth, but he tried not to care as he let his deep brown eyes roam over Alma's body. The young woman happily swayed her body covered with multicoloured lights to the rumbling bass of the music and showed a voracious smile for anyone who dared to watch her.

Oh, the things he would do to take that smile from her, only to leave her babbling incoherently under his body! The thought sent a wave of heat downward. With the glass of drink hovering above his thin lips, Lenz shook his head to try to soothe the feeling. Like if his own body's physical response to the mere projection of the image of the young woman riding on him could be removed with a simple nod of his head.

The red coloured dress and bare shoulders hugged her form perfectly. The curve of her crimson lips adorned her delicate face with a mischievous smile, as her sly gypsy gaze hovered over the blond-haired young man, and she seemed to notice what was in her mind.

For a long moment, Alma occupied herself with teasing the boy with her movements. She knew of his interest in her, but it was so hard not to notice! The feel of those particular eyes on her and the way he moved slowly when she was around, studying her as if he wanted to memorize every trace of her voluptuous body.

Lenz thought her hair felt soft to the touch. His fingertips tingled at the image of her beautiful thighs around his waist and the texture of her full lips against his as he sank into her. What lovely sounds would those lips make?

Feeling a sudden wave of heat spread through his body at this particular thought, Lenz finished sipping the bitter liquid from his glass, and seized by sudden courage, he decided it was time to act. Lenz understood that if he wanted to taste the warmth of a woman, of that woman, he would have to go to her. Moving against the sweaty, inebriated bodies, he made his way towards Alma. The nauseating odour that permeated the gym only intensified with the proximity of the crowd.

The girl kept her movements slow, swaying her hips, watching the boy approach through the dancing figures. Lenz stopped in front of her, their gazes fixed on each other. Alma found the prominent bones in the young man's cheeks tempting. For a moment, she wanted to feel how smooth the boy's white skin was, and how adorable those rosy cheeks would look between her legs.

“Hi, Lenz!”, the young woman exclaimed a little loudly so that she could be heard over the loud music.

“Alma!”, he replied simply.

“Having fun?”, she asked, moving closer to him than would be considered proper. “You looked pretty interested back there…”, the suggestion in her words, it didn't miss the brown one. She had seen him looking at her.

Lenz didn't answer, but smiled broadly, like Alice's Cheshire cat.

Watching the boy's reaction, Alma took his big, warm hands and placed them on her hips, pressing her back against the young man's firm torso. She turned her face with a smile, feeling him tense for a moment at the closeness between their bodies. Smoothing one of the boy's white cheeks, comforting him, Alma pressed her lips to his ear, sending shivers through his body once more than her warm breath spread over the sensitive skin of his neck.

“Come on, dance with me!”, she whispered into his ear, her voice an octave lower.

Guiding the movements of their bodies, she paced her steps to the beat of the music. The heat of their bodies melding together, Lenz's hands gripped her hips firmly, feeling the softness of the flesh beneath her short dress. He buried his nose in her hair, inhaling deeply the unique scent of floral perfume and the musk of sweat. The young man released a low growl as he felt the pressure of the curve of the girl's hips against his pelvis.

Hearing such a divine sound, Alma slid the other of her hands upward, encircling the boy's neck. Lenz took a deep breath, his hot breather causing goose bumps on her bare skin.

The harmonic movements of their bodies together in a sensual waltz was hypnotic. Blue, purple, and green lights bathed them both, and for a while, both felt there was only them on that worn gymnasium track. Shifting her body, Alma faced Lenz, her delicate fingers invading the boy's silky locks, her breasts brushing his firm torso.

She closed her eyes and brought their faces together, letting the tip of her nose run down his pink cheek. Then, she buried her face in the crook of his neck. Inhaling the boy's woody scent, tasting him, as he ran his hands up her back, breaking the space between them even more, feeling the curve of her breasts on the sides of her tight dress.

Lenz could feel the mischievous smile on her lips against his skin as, with an involuntary movement, after Alma gently nibbled that sweet spot where his neck and shoulder met, his hips thrust forward. His slightly swollen cock rubbing against her. Stifling a sigh, the boy brought a hand up to the young woman's cheek, pulling her panting face close.

Alma looked at him temptingly, the eyes of a sly gypsy descending from his hazel orbs to his thin pink lips. Lenz stared hungrily at the girl's red mouth. He could feel the alcohol on her hot breath, gulping, the boy gasped.

“Are you going to kiss me or not?”, the young woman asked with a mocking smile, letting her exploring hands run over the boy's warm torso.

Approaching their faces, Lenz let his lips crash to hers like a hungry man. A rude mess of mouths, teeth, and tongues. The act seemed to steal all the air from his lungs, drowning him in her sweet kisses. Alma's skilful tongue traced the seam of his thin lips, asking for passage.

Lenz bent his head and, stroking the length of the girl's neck with his fingertips, allowed her to invade his mouth and explore every corner, mapping as if she knew everything that would make the boy shiver. Alma tangled her fingers in the brown curls that hung at the back of the young man's neck and tugged with some force, eliciting a guttural moan from him. A hot explosion exploded from the girl's core.

Lenz felt the heat rise in flames across his skin. Tongues of fire pooled beneath his belly as, as they parted, Alma bit down on his lower lip, pulling it lightly. She released his lip after sucking it briefly, a mischievous smile adorning her smudged red mouth.

In that half-light, they faced each other, the music fading and giving way to loud bursts of fireworks outside the gym. Lenz's brown eyes were almost overshadowed by lust. The panting breaths, loud enough that only they could hear. The red trail on the boy's lips from the heated kiss was awakening something in Alma's mind.

“I want you”, he whispered close to her ear. The slight throbbing stiffness between his legs receiving a slight friction under the waistband of his pants.

Eyes clouded, her smile only expanded and nibbling on Lenz's earlobe she muttered in a seductive sigh.

“And what do you want to do with me?”, At the end of the question, Alma traced the tip of her tongue along the curve of the boy's neck, slowly.

Lenz gasped at the images his mind projected. In the darkness of January first dawn, bodies tense and minds clouded with desire, Alma thought Lenz had such non-black eyes that he could easily resemble a demon. She pressed her thighs together in an attempt to ease the wet heat that had built up between them.

Impossibly, moving their bodies closer together, Lenz sucked a bruise on the skin below the girl's earlobe and began to murmur his wishes as he carelessly slid his hand down the girl's side to the apex of her thighs.

“I want you to sit on my face while I taste you, I want to feel you fall apart…”, the deep whisper of his voice set the girl's face on fire. He slipped his hand under the hem of her dress and ran two fingers through the damp slit, covered only by the fabric of her panties, eliciting a strangled moan from the girl, even with the slightest encouragement. “I want to feel you come around me while I fuck you until the only word running on that sharp tongue of yours is my name.”, the promises trickled through the angelic lips like honey. The grip on her waist tightened as he revelled in his own words.

The caress over her sensitive bud and the lewd words, along with the hot alcohol in her blood, made Alma boil. Their mouths joined in despair one last time, the bitter taste of the beer mingling with their particular flavours, and the deep breaths they both took added to the wetness at the tops of her thighs. Looking around and noticing the general distraction of everyone around him, he smiled to himself and pressed his lips to the shell of the female figure's ear.

“Shall we go somewhere more private?”, Lenz asked, more as a statement than a question. The carnal tone soaked his voice. Nodding eagerly, Alma released her slightly swollen lower lip from the intensity of the kisses and ran her hand down the boy's side, taking his free hand and intertwining their fingers. “I want to be able to hear her scream”, Lenz added with a grin, and guided them both out of the gym towards his black SUV.

Opening the passenger door, he let her settle in and walked around to the driver's side. Turning on the ignition, as it started, unisons crack echoed in the car with its darkened windows, the door locks all came down at once, with a smile still lascivious, Lenz started to drive onto the paved road. The crunch of gravel under tires, lingering behind.

“Where are we going?”, asked Alma as she stretched out on the long bench, laying her head in the boy's lap and admiring the boy's innocent features.

“I was thinking of going to the cabin near the woods, on the edge of town, what do you think?”, he expressed, briefly removing his hand from the steering wheel for a sweeping gesture.

“The one by a lake?”, Alma waited a moment for confirmation, after the boy nodded, she continued. “I thought It was abandoned, sin-…”, she couldn't finish her thought.

“No, she's mine, actually. I didn't have time to reform. It belonged to my grandfather, after he died I ended up taking the place and-”, Alma stood up quickly, leaving her gaze level with Lenz's. The same alternating between looking at the road and at her, confused by the abrupt reaction.

“Was old Günther your grandfather?”, she asked, tilting her head, a little disbelief in her words. Lenz watched the blinding beam of the headlight in front of the SUV, unblinking.

“Well…not exactly. I mean, I delivered his groceries and over time we ended up liking each other, he was even nice after I met him, he left the place to me. The bastard, may he rest in peace.”, the boy replied with a carefree shrug.

“My God! You're unbelievable.”, Alma laughed at the young man's unlikely friendship with the old curmudgeon, shaking her head in disbelief as she resumed her position on Lenz's lap, she sighed.

“It's not that far-fetched.”, the boy said with a sly smile as he sped down the empty road. Spotting the corroded wire fence, he realized they were approaching their destination.

Biting her lip, Alma noticed how Lenz was smiling, and then remembered his warm hands running over her body. The idea of soon being with him in such an intimate situation earned her a jolt of anticipation to her core. Squeezing her thighs together once more, she gasped, trying to give herself some relief.

The boy caught the subtle movement in his peripheral vision and sliding a hand from the gear to the girl's beautiful face, he caressed her cheek, his thumb running over her lipstick-stained lower lip. Putting light pressure on her soft lips, he hissed in satisfaction as Alma let his thumb enter her warm mouth. A low hiss escaped the boy as he briefly shifted his gaze from the road to the girl who greedily sucked on his thumb, letting her tongue caress every bit it could. Waves of heat raced down his body and he felt his pants tighten slightly.

He moved his hand back to the gear shift, causing an obscene snap as he removed his thumb from her lips. With a jolt, he shifted the car onto a dirt road and followed the rutted path in the grass that he himself had once made, towards the small wooden house.

Braking the car and removing the key from the ignition, Lenz turned his almond gaze to the young woman who had sat down and caressed her cheekbones, pulling her to his lips once more. He wanted her so badly, he was barely able to control himself. The warm, feminine body was so inviting, the skin so soft, and the scent intoxicated him. With a deep sigh, Lenz forced himself to step away from her, sucking on her sweet tongue before doing so.

“Let's go in”, he muttered with his face still close to hers, the tips of their noses brushed, and the moonlight illuminated only half of their faces, but he was still able to see her nod.

Stepping back once more, he noticed briefly, as Alma put one foot out the door, that she was wearing heels. Taking her wrist in a firm grip, he stopped her from leaving.

“Take off your heels, they'll sink into the ground if you go down with them.”, the boy muttered with the best of his innocent smiles. Seeing her whisper a short 'OK’, he watched her bend over on the bench to unzip her shoes. He admired the curves of her hips and the slight valley between her shoulder blades. Then he saw the black socks that covered her skin. Stopping for a moment, he contemplated that she would get dirty if she decided to walk the six feet away from the door.

“Let me carry you…”, the words thinned his lips before he was even able to filter them. A blush burned the girl's cheeks, and he explained. “You're going to get dirty, it’s muddy outside from the earlier rain, I can carry you to the porch, that won't be a problem.”, Lenz lowered his eyes with a newfound shyness. Alma was grateful that he couldn't attest to the redness in her face due to the darkness, but she had no reason to care about the proposal.

“Okay then.”, the young woman replied as she watched the boy leave his place beside her and walk around the vehicle, opening her door they faced each other in the dark.

Turning his back to Alma and bending down slightly, so she could mount him, Lenz smiled as he felt her nails run over his shoulder blades. Chuckling at the action, the girl straddled her legs around the boy's hips and climbed onto his back, wrapping her arms around the boy's neck and standing upright to steady herself. Lenz felt the heat boiling between the young woman's legs against his back.

Alma leaned over to close the car door, and the boy began to move the short distance to the cabin's slightly decrepit porch. The wooden boards were swollen with moisture, and the greenish paint that used to cover them turned to a dirty grey, which in this light seemed to be covered in slime. The ancient floorboards creaked as Lenz stepped onto the first step of the small staircase that led to the porch. The girl inhaled deeply the boy's perfume mixed with the dew and cold night, the icy breeze blew goose bumps on her hot skin.

Slipping off the firm male back, Alma felt the coolness of the boards against her feet, precariously covered by her thin stockings. Walking to the ageing door, she froze, looking over her shoulder and watching Lenz's figure be swamped in shadows as he fit close to her, sliding a warm hand down her side and wrapping his arm around the young woman's waist in one firm movement. The girl felt the inviting pressure of the stiffened member against her hips, their bodies emanating an effervescent heat.

An almost silent moan escaped the young woman's red lips as the boy left open-mouthed kisses on the curve of her neck. Sending waves of heat down the girl's belly. Lenz lifted his free hand to the lock on the door, holding the key between his long fingers and unlocking the door with a light flick of his wrist. Opening the way, Lenz pushed Alma through the door, following her without delay and mouthing their mouths voraciously.

Sliding his tongue hungrily inside the red lips, Lenz felt the young woman's breath hitch. Tracing the seam of the sweet lips with the tip of his tongue as his hand infiltrated the soft hairs on the back of the girl's neck and tugged lightly, swallowing the melodious moan of the female figure.

Alma took blind steps back, driven by Lenz's thrusts, the taste of his thin lips addictive. Tangled her fingers in the boy's curls, Alma gave a greedy hiss as the backs of his thighs hit a hard surface. Averting her eyes from the hungry boy forward, she saw that she had bumped into a table in the living room. She barely had time to take in her surroundings, when Lenz gripped her tightly by the back of her knees and sat her down on the old table, which creaked.

Only the silver light of the night was minimally illuminated the room of the small house. The skin of the young man, even the moonlight. The golden wires of his hot curls seemed to shine like jewels.

Infilling her hands by the white shirt of buttons and removing it, the young woman removed with a hungry rush the grey flannel T-shirt that hid him from her touches. The vision made Alma salivary, the lovely constellation of his skin signs hypnotized her eyes, she drew patterns in the hot dermis. His torso was strong, firm, but not overly defined, soft and warm beneath the tips of her fingers. Lenz gasped as her nails ran through his chest, leaving behind red strokes on its way, passing through the abdomen and stopping with a tug on the line of the belt that held his pants.

Lenz felt throb at the look that the young woman had given him. His lips salinated and gasping, the stained cheeks and the primitive look through the eyelashes.

With an accelerated movement, the boy attacked the young man's mouth, biting and sucking her lips. Wandering hands ran through the sides of the feminine form by pressing the maximum meat he could touch. His fingers infiltrating under the sheath of the dress, the stormy heat of Alma’s body attracting him to press closer and closer to the young man, the volume in his pants brushing in the damp heat between the girl's legs.

Pulling her thighs around his hips with a little brusquely, causing a surprised gasp of hers, Lenz dropped her lips with a strong bite and lowered heated kisses from the jaw line of the woman's exposed neck. Incomprehensible swearing and moans left her sharp tongue as sighs. Climbing the warm hands from the hips beneath the dress, Lenz lifted her slightly to remove the frock with a sudden movement, leaving a dark haematoma in the soft skin of the shoulder before pulling the dress over the head.

Heindemann could not help but feel shuddered at the vision of the naked body of the young woman. The breasts beautifully behaved in the black bracket she wore, and the cotton thong of the same colour that presented so lovely mark of her excitement. Lenz felt heat explosions by capturing the lascivious look that the young woman gave him, the lower lip between her teeth, her breath hard.

Staring at each other, Alma watched the boy caress the curve of her neck, descending through the valley of her tits to the tight knot that held the sides of the bulge on her breasts. Using a clever movement of the pulse, the lace was broken, and soon she was able to feel the warmth of Lenz's kisses on her sensitive peaks. An obscene moan escaped from her as the brown nibbled at her cushioned apex as he played with the other, pinching the rigid peak with the indicator and the medium. Passing the flat part of the tongue over that erogenous area, he plucked more improprieties from the female lips.

Alma entangled her fingers through the boy's soft hair as she kept him close, Lenz released a sinus with a sordid snap, giving the same attention to the other. A sip followed by a carnal bite made the woman shouting pleasantly feeling him biting the top of her bust. Leaving her breasts to his hands, Lenz descended wet kisses and nibbles through the abdomen and curve of the girl's hips, pressing the tip of the tongue over the hill, warm under the fabric. Scratching the side of the young woman slightly, he slid his hands to the waistband of the garment, dragging the fabric through the female thighs out of the way.

The young woman arched her back with a loud hiss as she felt the boy support the back of her thighs over his light shoulders and nibbled, sucking the warm skin on his lips. Tracing the way to the young woman in need. Holding the lover's hips hard, Lenz licked a band in the young man's wet slit, tearing a hoarse moan as she shivered with pleasure and held his brown curls harder.

Him skilled tongue collected the juices, spreading them by the low lips, stroking in circular movements the small sensitive button. Each minimum bustle of the boy's tongue sent effervescent shocks by the belly of the young woman, causing spasms of her hips against the angelic face hungry. Lenz avidly devoured the pulsating nucleus. Alma was a confusion of hoarse groans and incomprehensible injuries, arching her back almost impossibly, feeling growing excitement flooding her veins gradually.

The brown has remained on her. His lips surrounding the fragile spot and sucking voraciously, a strangled cry leaving the sore throat, made him circle the hill with the tip of his tongue, allowing the sizes to scratch the delicate meat. Feeling the girl's moans became less constant and her thighs begin to shake around his head, Lenz sank his tongue deep inside her, sipping as a man starving the juices, proving the sweet acidity of her. Tightening the soft flesh of one of her thighs, he moaned as he felt her contract against his tongue, the guttural moan sending vibrations throughout the woman's body. With every noise he heard, Lenz felt his pants tighter, the tent in his robes causing involuntary impulses from his hips.

What sweet sounds that sassy whore made him! Lenz thrust his forefinger into the young woman's tight core, starting to pump in a steady rhythm, the obscene watery sounds reverberating off the walls along with the loud gasps coming from Alma.

Curving his index finger and adding the medium, the boy quickened the cadence of his movements by dragging his fingers along the velvety walls, touching that sweet spot inside her over and over again. Stealing the girl's loud screams when he did. With each small spasm, each time he sucked on the swollen bud, she screamed more and more, until her ragged breathing betrayed the arrival of her climax with a deep growl. She rode into the boy's face for her orgasm. He didn't interrupt his movements, helping her past the top of her and extending it until she was too sensitive to do more than babble.

Removing his fingers from the throbbing interior, Lenz rose, holding the young woman's heated face with one hand and invading her breathless lips with an insatiable kiss, making her taste her own flavour on his tongue. Alma watched with clouded eyes as he pulled away and shoved the fingers that had once been inside her into her mouth.

“Prove yourself properly.”, Lenz had a husky, heavy tone, the command clear in his voice. Alma couldn't deny him, the young man was a sight, the tops of his cheeks rosy with exertion and yet the grim tone of authority. Sucking them with gusto, Alma caught them, taking as much as she could, sipping every drop of her own release. “Good girl…”, the lascivious whisper, sent goose bumps across the woman's skin. “Take off my clothes.”, ordered the melodious voice. Without hesitating, she did it.

Raising trembling fingers to the waistband of his dark trousers, Alma untied his belt, and an obscene thought ran through her mind.

“Lenz…”, she started in her most innocent tone and moved closer to the boy's ear, her bare breasts brushing the young man's warm chest, her heels digging into the back of his male thighs. “I want you to suffocate me with that belt while you fuck me…”, Alma pulled her face away from him, letting her hot breath run over his skin, staring into his eyes. She was already throbbing for him once more, wanting him even more.

The hazel orbs were completely black in the dim light in the room. Alma could see a flame pass through his doe eyes. A malicious darkness enveloped the boy's features.

“As you wish.”, Lenz's voice was even deeper than when he had given her orders a few seconds ago.

Holding her by the waist, he turned her over on the table, laying her warm body against the cool wood. She gasped at the rigid pressure against her aching breasts. One hand on the back of the woman's neck, bending her completely, the cold air in the room chilling her. Lenz caressed the curve of her waist with a grip that would leave marks behind.

Alma heard the metallic sound of the belt buckle click and the low click of the pants' zipped being lowered, the leather wrapped thickly around her throat, squeezing. She already felt herself vibrating around nothing.

Wrapping the belt tightly by hand, Lenz pulled it out to test it, momentarily restraining her gasps, Alma moaned breathlessly, squeezing her thighs together. Freed from his restraints, Lenz stroked his swollen cock a few times and positioned himself at the girl's drenched entrance. Teasing her, smoothing his length through her damp folds, collecting the remnants of her release, he thrust his hips forward, stretching her.

A low growl rumbled in the boy's chest, feeling her fit so perfectly, little by little he sank inside the velvety walls, reaching deep inside her, promoting a breathless hiss from the girl. Alma could feel the curls in his male pelvis as he reached the base.

Moving his hips, Lenz started a slow pace, enjoying the way he glided through her, the warmth of her walls engulfing him. He had been dreaming of this moment for months. He had imagined with fever everything he would do to her, and the breathless sounds that escaped her red lips were music to his ears.

Coming and going, in and out with an increasing rhythm. With each of Lenz's thrusts, Alma moaned loudly at the pressure the edge of the table exerted on her swollen clitoris, arching her back. Waves and waves of excitement washed over her body. The leather belt restraining her neck made her throb deliciously around him. Understanding the result of that, Lenz yanked hard on the belt, the buckle slipping harder against the sensitive skin of her throat.

The young woman cried out in pleasure, chasing her second orgasm that was building beautifully inside her. She tried to follow the boy's now punitive movements. Hitting hard until those red lips parted in a permanent 'O', a hoarse, steady scream resonating loudly. The noises of skin against skin echoing through the structure of the house. Lenz felt her tighten her girth greedily, milking him as he sank, again and again. He knew she was close to her, but this time he wanted to look her in the eyes when she came.

In a swift movement, Lenz turned her with her back to the table, not missing the beat of his thrusts, and held her legs over his tense shoulders. Her sock-covered calves held on him, her heels digging into his shoulder blades. The lust-engulfed brown eyes watched the adorable sway of her breasts as she went through another intense orgasm.

“Lenz!”, Cumming around him, Alma felt the strength drain from her muscles, tipping her head back in ecstasy. She watched the male figure take her, insatiable.

Hearing her moan his name so divinely, Lenz pulled even tighter on his belt, interrupting another scream that escaped her bold tongue. Alma felt everything too much, it was almost painful. He went deeper, pressing that perfect spot inside her, looking for his own release. She wanted to scream that it was too much, that she couldn't take it, but the suffocating wrap of the belt kept her from gathering the necessary air into her lungs. The hypersensitivity weakening her bones.

The boy admired the girl's watery eyes. Encouraging his headlong movements, he felt his orgasm build. Alma watched the white, spotted skin turn pink with exertion, his torso brushing the hardened peaks of her breasts. The thin lips parted with laboured breathing, the ripples of skin and flesh with the blows. His beauty was angelic, and the beast inside him was a perfect anachronism. She wanted to scream when he slid a strong hand to the sensitive nub between her legs.

“One more, Kätzchen, give me one more, I know you can”, the nickname, the circular movements of his fingers added to the punishing advance of his cock inside her had tears running down the sides of her temples.

Lenz allowed a guttural growl to escape his throat as he felt she pulsed strongly around him. The wrist tied to his belt was pulling too hard, she was no longer able to breathe. Uselessly raising her hands, Alma tried to speak, but nothing but hoarse noises came out of her. Scratching bloody lines on the boy's back, she saw black dots fill her vision, the lack of blood on her tingling face made her feel cold despite the heat of her body.

Lenz stared into the girl's eyes, watched something inside them disappear, like the life draining from her, while the bite of her nails cut into his skin. A slightly brief snap occurred, and the hazel orbs descended as the dark leather of his belt tightened deathly at her throat. He felt himself shudder inside the girl. A loud growl left his lips as he quickened his thrusts, the same erratic ones. His rigid member was crushed by the velvet walls one last time, and he came inside her with raw strokes, spilling his seed inside her.

Leaning down from his top, Lenz lay on her breasts, regulating his breathing with an ecstatic smile. After a moment, he realized something was wrong. Lifting his head, his eyes studied her intently. Loosening the tight wrap of his belt, he noticed the sheer purple that covered her once red lips, and how that purple hue stretched across the smooth skin of her neck. A groove dug into the centre of the column of the throat showed itself, screaming for attention. Leaning on his right forearm, Lenz ran his fingertips over the purple skin curiously. The dermis was cool, and the groove in the throat had an odd texture, as if small pieces of something broken had been precariously glued together. He whispered her name.

Nothing.

Lowering his head and putting his ear to the girl's chest, he waited. A sound, noise, or beat.

Nothing.

She was dead.

Dead.

A stab of panic took hold of him. He had killed Alma, suffocated her until the life escaped her. What would he do? Taking a deep calming breath, Lenz slid out of her, pulling away as her dying arms swayed away from his warm body. Sweat ran coldly down his back, and his hands shook, both from his recent orgasm and from adrenaline.

What would he do?

Tangled his fingers in the curls, he gazed at the girl's motionless corpse. A loud hum dulled his senses, he was laughing. Laughing like a lunatic. He had killed Alma! And he had never felt so alive doing it! The unique feeling of having control over someone's life, hungry for the power to hold a future in their hands!

Then he stopped. His mind running fast. He needed to work out something to prevent future snags. Looking around, Lenz picked up his clothes from the floor and began to put them on. After returning to his well-compounded state, he once again allowed his eyes to fall on Alma.

The belt half fastened around her neck, the spread legs sliding off the edge of the table, the subtle sheen of sweat in the valley of her breasts. The strands strewn wildly around her head, the tear marks shimmering in the dim light into her hairline, one hand resting on her belly and the other bent at an awkward angle at shoulder height. But what he loved most about that vision were the eyes half-closed by the heavy lids, and the purple lips parted in a failed search for air.

Lenz lovingly memorized every detail and then walked out of the house. His mind designing a solution to the little problem swooning in the room. With old Günther it hadn't been difficult, after all he was a fragile man at an advanced age. Letting him die after cutting off the oxygen tank's supply was simple, almost painless, and virtually undetectable. He just needed to replace the severed hose with a full one, and voilà, the old man had died of natural causes. At best, someone would say that it was an unfortunate accident due to his solitary life.

The man was terribly unpleasant. A hermit no one would miss. Lenz was sure, and he was right, police officers only found the corpse already decomposed within a week of his death. Heindemann prided himself on always being smart enough to get out of any sticky situation, and so far he had succeeded in everything he planned. However, the dead girl covered by his 'DNA' inside the house had been a slip, which meant he'd need to improvise.

Opening his car door, Lenz glanced over the dashboard of the vehicle and with satisfaction caught sight of his pair of black leather gloves. Putting them on, the boy closed the door again with a thrust of his boot, and strode his way to a small shed behind the cabin.

The rust-damaged metal doors creaked as he pulled them with some effort. The former owner of the place loved to keep anyone and anything that dared to enter his property away. So the barbed wire fences encircled the land. Scanning the place with calculated calm, he spotted the coil of wire on the far wall, along with some garden pliers and a yellowed canvas covering the lawn mower. Seeing all those objects, Lenz smiled widely, a wolfish smile. He already knew what to do.

With a stiff movement the boy removed the worn canvas and placed it open on the dusty floor, it would be a little small, but it would serve its purpose. Picking up sharp enough pliers and the barbed wire, Lenz dragged the utensils out, only to notice a half gallon of petrol.

Tonight was getting better by the second.

Stretching a gloved finger around the gallon handle, he carried his arsenal to the car. First, patiently, he arranged the tarp along the single front seat, the plastic fabric stretching halfway across his seat. Placing the pliers and coiled wire on the carpeted floor behind his bench, he returned to the interior of the house. Alma's corpse was still waiting for him. Putting the gallon on the porch, Lenz proceeded to collect the young woman's clothes, he placed them beside the female figure on the table and moved his gloved hands up her straddled legs. Post-mortem stiffness was starting, and in a few hours the sun would rise. Carefully, Lenz dressed her with gentle touches, feeling the texture of the flesh once more.

Sliding the cotton thong down the young woman's thighs and watching with a lecherous eye the results of their releases oozing out of her, he snorted with the effort of getting her to a sitting position. Placing a chaste kiss in the valley at the tops of her breasts, Lenz tied her bra tightly in place and pulled the rumpled dress over her head that hung limply on her shoulder. Threading one arm at a time through the space of the straps that exposed her collarbone, he smoothed back the young woman's tangled hair, as if he were dressing a sleepy child. He looked at her pointedly, holding her cool cheek and stroking it almost tenderly. Those opaque eyes stared at him unfocused, he felt the tightness of his pants for the second time that night.

Traversing the surrounding area in search of anything else that might be missing, he removed the belt, still a bit secured, with a flick of his wrist, and caught the heavy body, slinging it over his shoulder. Carrying her out, he made her body lie flat on the tarp and closed the utility door. Returning to stride, young Heindemann picked up the can and one last time passed the musty door frame.

Picking up the belt from the table and wrapping it in the waistband of his pants, Lenz began to pour the petrol over the table and floor, tossing everything until the container was empty. Closing the gallon, the boy reached into his button-down shirt pocket, feeling his way, feeling nothing but his own body. Brows knitting in confusion, he lowered his brown eyes to the sodden floor. His gaze caught the tiny box of matches he carried with him lying in a dark corner near the kitchen, crouching down he picked it up, and an idea came to his mind. Entering the kitchen, Lenz checked the cabinet next to the stove and to his delight the gas cylinder was still there, it would be the perfect excuse for what he was about to do.

Running his fingers around the thread that held the gas hose, he loosened it with some ease, after all he had lubricated it that week when he needed the stove to accomplish something he didn't remember. With the distinctive scent filling his nose, he quickly walked away. He reached the cabin's entrance hall and took a pack of cigarettes from the front pocket of his pants, lit a cigarette, inhaling the smoke with delight. The gallon was held in one hand while in the other, the cigarette dangling from his gloved fingers. Taking a deep breath of smoke, the taste of nicotine and tobacco flooding his mouth. Blowing smoke through his sharp nostrils, the young man turned away and tossed his red-hot cigarette onto the petrol soaking the floor. Soon the heat from the flames warmed his skin and spread through the structure of the house with loud cracks, the creaks of the wood dilating.

Hurrying his steps, Lenz ran to the small shed and left the gas can, where it had been, yanked the rusty iron doors shut and swerved back to the SUV. Getting into the vehicle, he turned on the ignition, and held Alma's head in his lap, just as she had been just a few hours ago. Backing quickly away from the house, Lenz rounded the grounds of the property, hearing the explosion of the shack being engulfed by fire behind him. The boy smiled bizarrely, joy and excitement coursing under his skin, the weight of the dead girl's head pressing down on the beginnings of an erection.

Tree branches whipped against the wind shield, as if revolted by the second life taken here.

Rumbling a happy melody, Lenz listened to the hollow noise of dry leaves being crushed by tires. The yellowish headlights illuminated as far as his eye could see. Carefully, he watched the expansive lake slowly approaching, a small mahogany dam rising through the sheer blackness of the woods.

Braking after getting close enough to the dike, young Heindemann left his headlights on and got out of the car. Hanging another cigarette to his lips and lighting it with the match, the flickering light of the brief flame barely illuminating his angelic face. Putting away the toothpick erased back in the box, Lenz took a deep breath, closed his door and walked with slight haste to the passenger side, got to work.

Opening the door, he cautiously pulled the tarp with Alma's body out of the car. The slightly stiffened corpse made a hollow sound as the back of her head hit the metal of the SUV's body. Dragging as hard as he could, Lenz carried the body over the canvas to the dock, the headlights were so poorly lit, but it would have to do, luckily, the moon was rising dazzlingly high.

Returning to his dark car, Heindemann opened the rear door on his side and picked up the wires and the pliers. For a moment, the boy had contemplated the difficulty of his task.

How he loved a challenge!

Striding with his long legs, Lenz prostrated himself beside Alma's body. She just seemed to be sleeping deeply, and he would have believed it if not for the opaque eyes boring into his soul.

Crouching with his knees on the canvas, Lenz began to unwind the barbed wire with ease. Gathering the young woman's lovely bare feet in his lap, the boy wrapped her ankles in a firm loop of metallic material. The rust-eaten spikes pierced the skin through the socks, and viscous veins of blood ran down the grooves. Sensing the event a little too late, as the near-black red in that light had already stained the thick fabric of his pants, Lenz decided he would try to make as little mess as possible from there.

Removing the upper garment, the young man felt the exposed skin of his torso prickle in the cold breeze. Restarting his work, he rounded the woman's legs with the metal alloy, pulling more and more violently with each turn, forcing the thorns to dig deep into the dead flesh. The scarlet blood flowed slowly, there was no pressure to rush it. A dark puddle formed along the stretched female body, as if a dark aura engulfed the poor dead woman.

Straddling his legs against the sides of her mortified thighs, Lenz lifted Alma's corpse with a strong arm as he drew the wire under the body. An impious effort to wrap it properly in the rough loops of her shroud.

His torso flush with hers reminded him of the lusty moments they had spent together, vivid images of those hips slapping so comfortably against his, the high, husky sighs of pleasure echoing back to him, the hot, heavy breaths spreading over the white skin.

His excitement had formed a tent in his stained pants.

He would have time to work this out later, now he would concentrate on getting rid of the evidence.

Pulling away from her once more, he wrapped quick laces around the young woman's bust, laying her back on the canvas. Leaning an arm beside the loosely hanging head, Lenz made generous loops of the rusty garter around the purple neck. So many loops that he was no longer able to observe the furrow born of its brutality, distorting the view of the beautiful throat. The wire squeezed impossibly into the young woman's body, each small stinger inserted deep into her flesh, already almost unyielding. With his thin lips close to the dead woman's ear, he took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her hair, the musk of sweat and the ferrous smell of blood.

“We had a good time together, Kätzchen, I will miss you. I love you.”, Landing a lingering kiss on her cold lips, he said goodbye, cutting the excess wire from her neck with the pliers.

Rising, Lenz noticed that his bare torso was tainted with the woman's blood. The sight of himself sent another wave of heat down his belly. Pushing the sensation off with a shake of his head, Heindemann looked around for something heavy enough to help her sink.

As he considered how to proceed with his plans, Lenz had realized how lucky he had been. Alma was a coveted girl, popular with hers, and her sudden disappearance could draw attention. Even if he was smart enough, Lenz could not escape unscathed on another occasion. But through the malice of fate, the boy knew that Alma had acquired the habit of disappearing with her partners for a few days, so he was still three steps ahead.

Considering the situation, he could easily relocate to a new place quickly. The sudden change would not arouse suspicion, as he had nothing to cling to in town, and his final year as a student had ended at 00:01 the day before.

His hazel eyes caught the dull glow of a decaying engine of a small boat on the left side of the dike. Running towards it, the boy saw that inside it were some fishing gear, haphazardly scattered and a steel reel from the size of a cartwheel that hasn't seen use for a while. Picking up the reel gingerly to keep his balance, with a thrust of the leg that supported him on the boat, he returned to the dock. The thing weighed at least ten kilos, if he tied it securely it would be more than enough to make the body reach the muddy bottom of the lake.

Positioning the reel over her torso, Lenz ran to the boot of his car. Opening it and removing the meter of rope he carried with him in case he found someone who needed to have their car towed on that deserted road he constantly travelled, at another time he would remember to reset. Returning to the reel, the boy twice wrapped the rope around her and the reel, tying them together in a firm knot. After checking that everything was securely fastened three times, Lenz dragged the canvas to the edge of the dike, the dead woman's blood running down the plasticized fabric into the gnarled waters of the lake.

Firmly gripping the opposite edge of the tarp, he pulled it upward, her body sliding in her own fluids into the water. The watery thud broke the silence of the night, the air bubbles left in female lungs rising to the vibrant surface of the lake. Sinking completely into perpetual oblivion.

The boy calculated how long it would take before the body began to swell with water, breaking the skin into patches to feed the fishes, it would not take more than a day or two. Lenz wandered to where his clothes were waiting and removing one of the bloody gloves he caught them, throwing them over his shoulder. Folding the dirty canvas a few times, Lenz coldly placed it in the boot of the car, later that night he would burn it along with his clothes and gloves. Getting into the driver's seat, he closed the door and turned off the headlights.

Alma.

A-L-M-A.

His lips touched at the end as his tongue curled to let the words slip.

Taking a long, deep breath, Lenz felt the throbbing at the apex of his legs and smiled contentedly. Running a hand to the belt at the waistband of his pants and unbuckling it, the boy gasped as he touched the swollen length of his cock. His leather-gloved hand was covered in blood, and he used the scarlet fluid as lubrication for his paced movements. Up and down his fingers as he could almost feel the young woman's lips around him, kissing his neck, sucking bruises on his abdomen.

Noises of pleasure escaped his mouth, his hips moving in time with the thrusts of his hand. Leaning his head back on the back of the pack, Lenz felt the spiral inside him unravel until only one name escaped his lips, like a desperate prayer.

“Alma, Alma, Alma!”, With one last thrust, he came in his palm, arching his back with uneven, laboured breathing.

Lenz smiled as the dawn faded so subtly into the beautiful gradient of colours that would paint the morning sky. Starting the car with his free hand, the young man wiped the evidence of his release with his white shirt, only to discard it on the passenger's floor, wearing the grey flannel blouse, which still held remnants of her perfume. Tossing his gloves over his shirt to the ground, he put his clear hands on the steering wheel and drove casually back to the paved road.

That January first, when the turn of the century was expected to bring the end of time with it, brought the birth of something that no one, not even Lenz himself, had expected.

It was that January first that Thanatos was born.

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Etappe 2.18 Aachen: „FJØRT. Heimatstadt.“

Gestern Düsseldorf, knapp eintausend. Heute Aachen, fünf Meter unter der Erde.

Das ist Niklas. Niklas wird heute Abend gleichzeitig arbeiten und FJØRT huldigen. Niklas ist einfach ein krasser Typ. Sei wie Niklas.

Doch bevor ich endlich in den legendären Musikbunker (MuBu) eintauchen darf, gilt es unseren Gastgeber Niklas beim Umzug zu unterstützen. So tragen wir händisch ein demontiertes Bett samt Matratze und Kleinkram durch Aix La Chapelle. Wetter war aber schön, also kann man über die frische Luft nicht klagen. Vor allem weil der Abend eher sauerstoffarm und qualmig zu werden verspricht. Nachdem wir gestern auch noch bessere Bekanntschaft mit den einfach urkomischen Briten von We Never Learned To Live freuen wir uns alle ungemein auf den musikalischen Verlauf des Abends. Bene reist heute sogar auch extra aus Jena an, um diesen Abschluss mit zu zelebrieren.

Kurz nach 19 Uhr biegen wir ab und am Ende der Fassaden kann man das erleuchtete Schild über der schweren Stahltür des MuBus herzlich flimmern sehen. Endlich angekommen. Direkt hinter der Tür geht es treppenweise abwärts und ohne Niklas fachmännische Führung hätte ich mich hier sicher ohne Umschweife verlaufen. Betonwände, übersäht mit Grafittis, Postern, Eddingschmierereien und Stickern machen das ganze einerseits heimisch und irgendwie auch beengend und gruselig. Gefühlt 30x Abbiegen später stoßen wir auf Merchtisch, Bar, Garderobe und Toiletten und das Bunkerfeeling geht langsam verloren. Wirklich voll ist es hier unten auch noch nicht. Das soll sich aber in Kürze ändern. Nach großen Hallos hier und schmusenden Umarmungen dort quetschen sich WNLTL auf die Bühne und werden laut begrüßt. Die Fünf sind hier nicht unbekannt! Und das spüren sie bzw. insbesondere Sänger Sean auch. Die Singalongs ab und an machen ihn glücklich und lassen auch seinen Schnurrbart fröhlich hüpfen. Vielleicht kommt das aber auch vom donnernden Bass heute Abend. Mein Schnubbi würde erzittern bei so viel Wumms, hätte ich denn einen. Insbesondere „Contemplating Everything“ scheinen die Leute in Aachen zu kennen. Denn das markante „It seems like we're destined to drag each other down“ tönt beinahe genau so laut aus den Kehlen vor der Bühne wie aus den Boxen daneben. Trommler Gary zimmert, scheinbar ganz in seiner Welt auch, in den 30 Minuten die die Bühne den liebevoll immer wieder Inselaffen geneckten gehört, eindrucksvoll auf sein Drumset ein. Da er heute direkt an der Bühnenkante sitzt, sticht das einfach ins Auge. Generell ist die Stimmung im Raum sehr aufgeweckt und aufmerksam. Zu erstem Gerangel kommt es beim brandeuen Werk der Briten „Luma No Luma“ auch endlich. Mich freut das mega für die Fünf!

Foto: Marina “Gimel” Girardi

Am Ende der 30 Minuten branded absolut ehrlicher Jubel auf. Aufgrund der Enge neben der Bühne geht der Abbau und das Herrichten der Bühne für FJØRT etwas langsamer von statten. Aus den Freundeskreisen um mich herum, knabbern vermehrt vorfreudige Worte an meinen Ohren. Nicht wenige schwärmen auch einfach in bereits erlebten FJØRT-Shows. Als dann endlich das Licht erlischt und Westernhagen nuschelnd was von Tanzen und Kräuterbonbons singt, entlädt sich auf der Stelle sehr, sehr viel positive Energie. Ich krieg doch tatsächlich auch Herzklopfen. Aix La Chapelle, Heimatstadt! und die Kapelle für die ich brenne, was für eine Kombination! Die Leute drängen sich bereits zu „Nuri“, dem gefühlt jedesmal länger werdenden Intro aus Klavier und Akustikgitarre und Beats und Magie und Gefühl immer dichter zum Bühnenrand vor. Es wird erst heiß, dann neblig und dann tänzeln drei überglückliche Heimkehrer auf die Bühne. Jeder hier weiß beim ersten Bassakkord, was kommt. Und ein Weiter in Balance will keiner. Von links nach rechts, von oben nach unten, von vorne nach hinten durchmischen sich hier Gemüter und Gesichter, Haarschöpfe und Fuchtelarme. Und so soll das bis zum letzten Ton eineinhalb Stunden später auch bleiben. Direkt an „In Balance“ knüpft „Eden“ an and i fucking love that tune. Nicht nur, dass er lyrisch absolut on point ist, der ist auch musikalisch dezent outstanding. Dieses Synthiemelodiechen macht viel her. Dödödödehbdehb, dödödödeehbdeehb! Zack, bin ich crowdsurfen, nichts hält mich am Boden, wie ein Astronaut!

“Handleser”; Foto: Rebecca Lessmann

Und damit bin ich dieses Mal auch endlich nicht alleine! Die Gruppe der Bühnentaucher wächst und es liegt nicht bloß am Gedränge, dass das Wellenreiten heute nicht genauso schnell vorbei ist, wie es begann. Auf „Eden“ folgt sogleich der nächste Streich. „Anthrazit“ als einer der Hits vom Kontakt-Album bringt noch mal mehr Energie und wie ich und irgendwie jeder um mich herum von Davids im Takt springen angestachelt, springt, macht dem Aufwärmprogramm der olympischen Weitspringer Konkurrenz. FJØRT haben für diese Tour eine Setlist gebaut, die einem keine Pause gönnt. Mit einem wunderbaren schnellen Liveintro zu „Magnifique“ kommt auch diese hervorragende Nummer noch mal ganz besonders zur Geltung. „Heiliger Strohsack!“, lässt Chris ganz zurecht überwältigt verlauten. Ich fühle mich auch ein wenig wie ein Strohsack, kriege ich doch während des Konzerts einiges an Hieben von diversen Körpern und Körperteilen ab. Aber alles im kuschligen Sinne.

Foto: Philipp Blum Auf „Magnifique“ folgt „Kontakt“ (Kontakt! Kontakt!) folgt „Paroli“. Es ist klar, dass FJØRT sich hier nicht ausführlich positionieren müssen, aber nichtsdestotrotz so wichtig, finde ich zumindest, dass David unermüdlich bittet, nicht müde zu werden, im Kampf gegen das rechte Getier. Und wenn auch vieles vergehen mag, der Musikbunker hält stand. Zumindest heute Abend. Mal sehen, was plärrende Anwohnende hinterher draus machen. Pah. „Windschief“ und „Mitnichten“ gießen Öl ins Feuer, das Publikum weiß gar nicht wohin mit sich bei so schnellem Geschrammel und während des etwas ruhigeren, doch nicht weniger intensiven „Raison“ kratzen die Mittelfinger wieder Beton aus der Decke. David hat auf der Tour oft „auch wenn ich jeden Tag mit Farbe durch Kiel/Graz/Chemnitz/... rennen muss!“ gebrüllt. Doch hier in Aachen erreicht seine Stimme ein ganz besonderes Donnergurgeln. Holy shit, das halt mir immernoch in den Gehörtunneln.

Foto: Philipp Blum Nachdem das klargestellt wurde folgt „D'accord“. So oft diese Band dieses Lied auch vortragen mag, bisher hatte niemand eine Antwort auf die Frage, ob das nun nichts oder doch etwas ist. Aber darüber reden und seine Meinung dazu vortragen, darf ein jeder. Das macht man direkt im Anschluss mit „Couleur“ und seinem herzzerreißenden Liveintro klar. Und nur, wenn der Himmel brennt, lohnt es sich doch so richtig, ins Licht zu kommen. FJØRT beenden ihr Set mit „Valhalla“ und „Lebewohl“ und die letzten Atemzüge verspürend startet der ein oder andere noch mal kräftige Crowdsurfversuche. Denn es ist wie es ist: auf Wiedersehen, diesmal nicht. Zumindest nicht so bald. Man hat jedoch heute Shows in Kölle und Osnex im Mai angekündigt, which is a m a z i n g! Doch noch ist die Chose hier auch nicht gegessen. Das absolut mächtige Encore aus „Südwärts“, „Lichterloh“ und „Karat“ bringt alles fünf Meter über und unter der Bühne zum Beben. Alles davor sowieso. Südwärts. Südwärts! SÜDWÄRTS! schallt es immer nur noch. Immer nur noch. FJØRT sagen Hallo zum Erdkern und entschwinden von der Bühne.

Foto: Philipp Blum Doch die Leere hält nicht lange vor. Ohne große Umschweife streift man sich ein trockenes Leiberl über und das große Zuprosten, Huggen und Schulterklopfen, verbunden mit dem glücklichsten Grinsen und erleichtertsten Gemütern stürzt man sich in den feuchtfröhlichen Sud der Euphorie im Freundeskreis, bevor die winterliche Alltäglichkeit übernimmt, der Rausch der Schwere weicht und irgendwas zwischen 12 und 21 Stunden Schlaf wohl bitter nötig hier Gnad verheißen. Das war die FJØRT Südwärts Tournee 2019. Mein Name ist Møglichkeit, ihr seid wundervoll, vielen Dank für's Klicken und Lesen. Bis bald!

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