A BRIDGE AMONG TWO NATIONS (67/?)

Aug 29, 2010 01:57


Title: A Bridge Among Two Nations
Pairings: Schnidal (Bernd Schneider/Arturo Vidal). Carsten Ramelow/Sascha Dum
Character crew: Bernd Schneider, Arturo Vidal, Bruno
Labbadia, Gonzalo Castro, Tranquillo Barnetta,Joachim Löw feat.
Deutsche Nationalmannschaft. In this chapter, feat. Carsten Ramelow and Sascha Dum
Disclaimer: Tout faux, F.I.C.T.I.O.N, Fake... every synonym related to 'false'
Warning: Some swearing.Unbetaed.
Summary: Sometimes love is a bridge for communication among two totally different nations.
In this part - A solitary, but it will be the first symbolic wedding in history of soccer between an active player and a retired one. But no media will be there.

Previously on "Bridge"


Sascha was playing in Fortuna Düsseldorf. He left Bundesliga for certain circumstances. He loved Leverkusen, but life has another plan for him.
They know about Bernd's outing. They're proud of him and specially for Arturo.
After their dream made come true, Sascha left Bayer for Energie Cottbus, but only for loan, because he was moved to the team mentioned before.

Carsten found Sascha at last in Düsseldorf. Even Ramelow decided to live with young Sascha in that city.
Energie was a tolerant club, but Fortuna was even more, despite of being of the 2er Bundesliga.

It has been more than 2 months since Carsten moved with Sascha to Düsseldorf. By the way, they moved there in January 27th, 2010, one month before the Verdammt Erdbeben as Bernd describes the 02-27 earthquake.

A promise was made after the retroactive suit against Bruno Labbadia. And they were going to make it in March 27th, 2010; one day after Mesut Özil was attacked by Claudio Pizarro in Bremen.

Carsten bought the silvered rings. He tattooed Sascha's name on his arm with a beautiful handwritten font style. Same fact with Sascha, which made the same thing with Carsten's name.

The night is out there in the Lobdeburg Castle ruins in Jena Lobeda.

Full moon.
Just rose petals out there.

Holding a candle. One for another.

"It's beautiful" Sascha says "Vielen dank...why am I here?"

"I told you a week after the retroactive suit that I'll marry you when Bruno gets into jail"

"But there's no priest, no rabbi, no nothing.."

"It's not necessary, Sascha. The moon will be our witness. And we'll make the vows."

"You mean with vows...getting married, actually."

"Well yeah."

"But we can---"

"It's civil union, Sascha, not getting married. But leave the legal part to the pioneers"

Sascha wore a beautiful sequined hairband sewed by himself. But it was his only accesory. He was naked... also
his couple.
It was risky, they can be arrested for doing these kind of manifestations, but the moon were with them.

"Do you have the words?"

"I don't have anything prepared, es tut mir wirklich leid."

"Kein problem, Sascha. Soon the words will rise from heart to lips."

"D'accord.."

"Ok, I'll begin..."

Ramelow clears his throat and says:

"Here I am, in these ruins, with nature and full moon as witness, because I want to get united with Sascha Dum.
I'll respect you in wealth and poverty, in victory and defeat, and spread my love for you despite of horrible circumstances, even worst than the pioneers. I

love you Sascha Dum. I do, I do." (that's how they call Schnix and Arturo)

Then, Sascha assimilates the sequence and tries to make his own words:

"I am here, in a place which used to be a castle, with trees, flowers and full moon as witness, 'cause I wanna be with Carsten Ramelow.
I'll respect you, I'll defend you. I'll enjoy the wealth and cope with poverty, I'll share victories and defeats and spread my love for you, even the pioneers did first, even in the worst circumstances. I love you Carsten Ramelow. I do, I do"

Then Carsten took a lighter that he carries and lights the white candles.

"The rings!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah!" Carsten said.

"With this ring, I, Carsten Ramelow, I'll take you Sascha Dum as a husband and lifetime partner. In the name of whatever you believe...
Hey du, Robert! Put your goalie gloves over our heads and protect us right now and always..."

Sascha looks at the sky while the former player fits the ring on his finger. The young man grins while holding the candle.

"Your turn, Sascha"

"K..."

He was nervous. Even the ring fell down into the ruins.
After more than ten minutes, he finds the ring at last.

"Es tut mir leid."

"Kein problem, Sascha."

"Hey du, Robert! Let your goalie gloves bless us with the moonlight, man...
With this ring, I, Sascha Dum, I'll take you, Carsten Ramelow as my husband and lifetime partner in the name
of whatever you believe."

"Now, blow the candles"

They crossed the arms and the candles were blew up.

"Ja!"

Finally the amusing enviroment becomes an intimate one.
Silence. A beautiful gaze and finally the kiss on lips to seal the bond between them.

Then, Carsten carries Sascha going down through the hills where the castle is located into the woods, full of trees and leaves.
Finally, after a long trip, they find a peaceful place.

"Verdammt,Carsten, das ist so hammer geil! Ist eine schönheit!"

"Natürlich!"

They were sitting down on the ground, already wet by the mist, but soft ground. It wasn't mud. They looked at each other's faces and bodies and caressed each other's cheeks, looking at the eyes.

"Make love to me, as the pioneers had already did..."

"Schnix and Arturo. This is for you" Ramelow says pointing at the horizon and hugging Sascha. "You look handsome tonight. Ich liebe dich, Sascha."

"Ich dich auch" Sascha replied. They kiss each other very soft and caresses were the same too, until certain point. This is because the retired player kissed Fortuna's player to the point of make out.
Touching is passionate, their fingertips pressing each other's skin, without any harm after all.

Humming and breathing were heard around Jena Lobeda woods.
Hands are arriving below, while Sascha release a moan while his partner's hand touches him below.
Kiss and touch is even faster, but Dum asks for regulate the pace with smooching.

Dum lays down on the ground and captures Ramelow's kissing on his mouth.
At difference from the first time, Sascha wasn't afraid. Indeed, he's not afraid anymore.

"Ich liebe dich" he whispers while sucking his earlobe.

"Ich dich auch" Sascha could reply followed by sighs combined with a moan.

Carsten indeed began to kiss Sascha's torso.
Crickets were around the woods sounding... and Dum relaxes with it... but then relaxation becomes arousal when Carsten sucks Sascha's right nipple... he moans out loud, so as Carsten...but then again relaxation comes back...

Kisses once more, featuring a hug... and then the former player rubs his intimacy against Sascha's body. While rubbing, Sascha once more kiss and touches Ramelow, when the change is produced.

Sascha on top. Carsten bottom.It happens the same thing... both cocks were rubbing and getting wet. Sascha releases a deep and tender moan, while taking both genitals and making some frottage, one against the each other...

Their senses are activated, tongues are exposed. Now tenderness and love becomes a mixture between passion and lust, the same things which shares with the

Pioneers... so there they come, once more... the still of the night is interrupted by something more than just crickets... no rude language... only kisses,

hummings and sighs, and calling their names to each other...

Ramelow writes the word experience through Sascha's skin... he sucks a little bit his finger and puts into Dum's arse. It actually feels good, even he can

percieve a smooth and strange texture...

"Is that ok, Sascha?"

"Yeah..." he sighs "It's ok, go, just go..."

So Carsten takes his cock and places into Sascha's arse. But it's difficult, it cannot enter... so he tries more lube... but he only has saliva as lube, so he tries with one finger more...

Sascha moans, it's the signal he can do it. It's signal Sascha's ready...

"I feel something like a..."

Sascha moans even more... Carsten without noticing it, he could touch his partner's prostate... And the second chance cannot be wasted.
Once more, the same move with his privacy. And this time it fits...for good.
He moves so slow, he doesn't waste energy trying to give pleasure to him. It becomes love... Sascha moans like it would be the last time before the world

ends... his throat is sore, but he's still claiming for more...
Sascha removes his sequined hairband... it's giving him a headache...the sweat is sticky and it gets confused with mist. It taste like salt...it smells like

two human beings making love...

Sascha blushes everywhere... Carsten also deeply moans, but softer than his partner. He cannot resist it anymore, so he removes his privacy from Sascha's

body and they once more lock up their legs, full of kiss, full of touch. Dum gets his cheeks blushed, so as his neck and chest.

Ramelow so makes a beautiful handjob below Sascha's body... cum is released and falls in the ground. He releases a really tender, loud and acute moan. But

the moan gets infiltrated with emotion and crying.

Pants and sighs while Sascha hugs him... Dum sobs...

"Sascha...hey...Sascha...what happened to you? Hey...Sascha...Sascha?"

But Sascha sobs even more. In that moment, Carsten hadn't any other choice than hug him even more. His eyes were going to release some tears...

"I know, Sascha...I know...I know...easy... Arturo and Bernd will make it. They'll make it"

Sascha's union with Carsten was really private. Media wasn't focused in them like with the native from San Joaquín and the Jenaer.
They didn't need cameras to express their love for each other.
Two days later they're back in Düsseldorf and without even notice it in Fortuna they have a gay active soccer player married with a former international

player.

"What about Bernd and Arturo? They should do it first. It's unfair!"

"They'll do it. Time will tell" Sascha says while wrapping his ring for being on the pitch.

tbc. 08/25/2010

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