A BRIDGE AMONG TWO NATIONS (13/?)

[chelsealady]

Title: A Bridge Among Two Nations
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Schnidal (Bernd Schneider/Arturo Vidal); Bruno Labbadia/René Adler; Carsten Ramelow/Sascha Dum
Character crew: Bernd Schneider, Arturo Vidal, Bruno Labbadia, Gonzalo Castro, Tranquillo Barnetta,Joachim Löw feat. Deutsche Nationalmannschaft and Carsten Ramelow [this part]
Disclaimer: F.I.C.T.I.O.N
Warning: Threesomes, some foursomes, non-con.Some slang and swearing.Unbetaed.Sex lovemaking scene.
Summary: Sometimes love is a bridge for communication among two totally different nations.
In this part - Sascha wants to locate Carsten Ramelow to make his dream come true and also the story he told at the dressing room will have serious consequences with the law.

Previously

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Part 12

This is the longest part I ever made. Sorry for the testament...but feedback will be welcome...always.
(Look what I did, sophiamoon !!
And thanks karneol_vision for German Bernie's skit appearing here... I learnt a lot!!!!!)

"Hey yo!"
"What's up,Tranquillo?"
"I have some really good news...I had a phone call. It wasn't recorded in my SIM card. Da chip, you know..."
"What then?"
"I called back...yo...guess who it was,bro.You wouldn't believe it."
"René?"
"Huacala!" he said repeating Arturo's Chilean Spanish expression for 'yuck!' "no,man! He wasn't. He sounded hoarse, but not so deep as...Bernd.
Yo, I recorded it in AMR format..." Tranquillo said looking on his touchscreen phone "yo, check this out..."
Then the following part was played:
'If you see him somewhere, tell him that I wanna meet him to recover the precious time that I've wasted.
Retiring is wonderful, but awful at the time. It's just...my feelings for him are really deep. Now that I know Bernd is with that Southamerican boy, I have enough guts to tell my story. I wanna spread my love for Sascha... he's so quiet, so shy, but really brave...
but I have the intuition that something happened to him, you know. I never had the opportunity to be closer to him, taking his hand, whisper
at his ear and tell that I love him so much... now I know he has longer hair and he's more handsome
than I thought... but, I want to describe my dream with a little skit... You know that girl band's song...from Heart:
"All I wanna do
is making love to you'"
"Da-da-da-da-da bomb! Terrorist attack! He hijacked my ears...!!! DAAAYUM!! Hey...yo...Sascha...yo, what's up, man? It isn't time for cry...huh? Seems you're really sensible, boy...awww, man, lemme hug ya...k?"
Barnetta hold Sascha tight...
"Easy...I know it sounds like a bomb impact to you...but it's the truth... Calle is really rocking...
even Bernie kicks him the ass about the experience... huh? Seems your dream is comin' true..."
"Ramelow rocks!" Sascha praised in Tranquillo's arms. "And even he recorded a CD, even it had just three songs... but I really loved it.
Nothing wrong for a footballer"
"Do you have it?"
"Yes.With a little autograph.Each one has some gifts...maybe he'll not be a chart-breaker, but he still sings well...I like his voice.
He hasn't a 'smoker-voice' like Schnix..." he concluded, followed by a grin.
"Do you like singing?"
"I like singing a lot...! But I'm really shy about it...but let's talk about it another day. I wanna call him."
"Call Ramelow? Oh-oh...oops! I did it again, man, yeah, c'mon...copy the telephone number."
Sascha took and touched the screen for copying Carsten's number. Finally he dialed it. And also he complains about his own phone.
"I need an LG Prada...or an iPhone...I'm really outdated"
He pressed the green button and then...
"Hallo..."
"Calle?"
"Sascha?"
"Ja? Carsten Ramelow?"
"Sascha? Hallo..."
"Awwwwww! Hallo, wie geht's?"
"I'm really fine, Sascha. So glad to hear your voice..."
He made some signals to take him out of the conversation...
But despite of warning, Barnetta stays at the place and tries to put his ear at the speaker's phone.
"So as you.. what about you now? So good to talk to you... I didn't saw you since your retirement...how's your life now? Do you know about Bernd already?"
"Oh, ja. I thought it was impossible, but I know they can make it. That Southamerican boy changed his life forever.
Even he told me once that he wanted to know more about him when he was just a U-20"
"The U-20 World Cup, I know, Carsten. We have many things to talk about..."
"Sascha...I want to tell you something, that I hope Bernd could tell to that dark-skin boy...no discriminate, but...
I know he can handle the language..."
"Was?"
"Ich liebe dich, Sascha."
"Awww...ich dich auch, Carsten."
"Just call me Calle...I like more when you call me like that...I like your voice...I heard from Tranquillo that you have longer hair...
haven't you?"
"Ja...I left my short curls behind for a hairband...well, let's make our dream come true."
"What dream?"
"I dream with that moment since I was a U-21..."
"You're talking in code, I know, Sascha. It had to be you...I told it to Tranquillo.I want to make that dream come true too.
Let's go somewhere...a hotel...oh, Dum. You choose."
"Let's runaway from Leverkusen, let's go to another place here in Germany...I really wanna be with you..."
"You're anxious. But you desire me...I can sense it in your voice tone"
The conversation between them was increasing the temperature.
"You're a mind reader, Calle. In target, you're absolutely right!" Dum said with shyness, but with desire at the time.
"But before, I wanna meet ya, I want to tell something to you. In private. Not at the telephone now."
"Aw, ok, Sascha...I had the privilege to talk with you."
"Hey, don't hang!" Dum said with a low voice "Let's go to Jena!"
"Jena? Aw...really? Do you wanna do it...?"
"Of course I want to. Soon I'll tell you the reason."
"Ok, Sascha...ich liebe dich...tchüs!"
"Ich dich auch...I really love your voice. You don't sound like smoker, but in your voice, the experience is evident."
"Hahahaha...smoker.Nope...is just a hoarse voice, that's all. You left me astonished with those words, really Sascha. Tchüs!"
"Tchüs!"
Barnetta was with his jaw down. Sascha put his finger on his chin,lifting it up, to close his mouth.
"So funny, Barnetta... well, I'm going to honor Bernd Schneider. I'll go to Jena."
And both exclaimed:"Let's get ready to rumble!!!!!!!!!!!"
"You really rock... you're a pioneer boy!" the Swiss said while head-petting.
"Well, I'm pioneer with that stuff, but Bernd really deserves the title of pioneer."
"Why?"
"Because he fell in love with a Southamerican...with lack of knowledge of the language, and learnt through
feedback-learning. They still have a chance, despite of everything happened."
"Yup"
"But where's Arturo from?"
"Chile...?"
"Yeah,Sascha. Bernie fell in love with a Chilean and it wasn't in backwards.And it's more. They have fourteen years of difference... that's really a world record..."
"Damn!"
"No, it's not damn, it's...DAAAAAYUM!"
"Dayum!"
"That's better!" Barnetta concluded with winking.
Sascha and Tranquillo said goodbye after this conversation.
The young man was really happy about the phonecall with Carsten and being in Jena, Bernd's birthplace, tributing
him...and also for revindicate Arturo, and cleaning himself from Bruno...
Then he asked for advice with Bernd.

"What's up with you Sascha?"
"I'm going to Thuringia..."
"Where?"
"I know you're the first one for real, but...I'm going to your birthplace."
"Jena? Why you chose Jena, Sascha?"
"It's in your honor...I wanna honor you, Bernie."
"Hold on, boy, hold on..." Schnix grinned "Why you chose there?"
"Because is the place where experience was born, Schneider. I appreciate you. I can consider you're a mentor
for me...in absence of Calle. You broke the boundaries, man.
Two different cultures. He speaks Spanish, you don't.
He didn't spoke German, but you do.
I wanna honor you, despite of everything happened with Arturo, and so as me.
I'll make my dream come true.I need your advice, Bernd..."
"Well, I never touched Arturo before.You know...Bruno fucked up all...but live it like the first time.
Forget all the things you lived.
You're not gonna have sex.You're going to make love.And that's what really matters.If you wanna touch him,just touch.Don't be afraid of nudity...you'll be with the man you love most. He'll not hurt you.Kiss his lips and if you wanna moan, just do it.
If you wanna cry, just do it.Don't repress, that's the main advice I can give you."
"Danke Bernd Schneider."
"Thank you, Sascha Dum" he said emphazising 'you' "Come closer"
Dum comes closer to Schnix. The last one hugs him and kisses his forehead.
"This is signal of my blessing.Go to Jena. My homeland will welcome you...always"
"You're really an experienced man...Arturo is really right! Aw!" he said hugging him.Sascha was really happy for Schnix's blessing.
He was fulfilled, encouraged; illusioned. A virgin's behavior... even he has the second chance.
No therapy or anything.
His storytelling was his therapy. The team listened to him. They understood the reason why of his personality.
The goalkeeper was already there, with longer hair... He saw Sascha with his backpack going out of the stadium.
"Hey!!!! Where are you going? You cannot go out of the training!"
"Fuck you, Adler! I'm going to Jena!"
"Fuck you,Dum! I'm going to tell him when comes back!"

'him' was Bruno, so he assumed that Adler was Labbadia's puppet, for ending Arturo's career and killing Bernd's one before his 40's.
"Jackpot!" Sascha said snapping his fingers. "Now I understand the reason why...damn racist.And Labbadia is double-sided homophobe.Doppel-standard...hah!"

A car was waiting for him...polarized glass windows... A known face rised from the window.
"Are you ready?"
"Yeah, sure..." Dum grins.
The man on the car was older than him. He recognized him inmediately.
"Carsten! I missed you!"
"I miss you so much!" the referred one replies.
He holds Sascha tight before driving... but it was for a long while before they moved from the place.
"Turn off the phone. I'll only turn on my GPS fifteen minutes before arriving to Jena. I know where it is"

Sascha obeyed his commands. Carsten and Sascha turned off the phone. So as Ramelow did with GPS.
"I heard that Bruno had his car with GPS. They can follow us." "It's impossible. The Assistant now's in charge, Calle. And he's in the hospital now"
"Really? Why?"
"I don't know. Probably he was punched and kicked by fans."
"But fans cannot do that! The same group has a non-violence treaty and politics"
"Yeah, but they're already pissed off about the several defeats. Someone must have the fault."
"Absolutely right, Sascha. But...don't talk about soccer.Let's talk about us."
"I'm going to tell you the truth about 'B' and other stuff...but we need somewhere we can talk.Drive carefully, Calle."
"Ok. It's your word, Sascha"
They listened to the music through the iPod.
But one made a difference.
"Let the rain fall down
and wake my dreams
let it wash away
my sanity
'Cause I wanna feel the thunder I wanna scream..."
Sascha liked Ramelow's soft voice while driving. Half Germany crossed... He looked at his Bulova's watch.
"Hey, boy. Turn it on now."
Sascha put his finger on his lips...he couldn't find the On/off button.
"This one"
The screen was already opened.
Then he realized that another car was following them.
"Oh, oh...oops! Not again..."
Calle drove faster. Curves...
"Yeah! Jena! We're in, Calle! We're in!"
"Really?"
"Yup.You did it for real...aw..."
"Seems you were expecting me for a long time." Ramelow said looking at Sascha "I can see it in your eyes. They glow"
"I was waiting this moment since I was on loan in Alemannia Aachen..."
Shorter breathing. Carsten closed his eyes.
At last...
The kiss...
A deep, long and passionate kiss... an example to follow...
They visited the Botanical Garden and the Optical Museum. Sascha was astonished with all; despite this city has a lot of history... a faithful reflex expressed in a colleague...
Jena is much more than just Bernd Schneider's birthland...
Finally to the Planetarium... the technology left Sascha absolutely out of this world...

The people retired and they were alone.
"You know why we're here."
"I saw the stars closer than I thought"
"But it's just an illusion with a huge dome. I'll help you to reach them."
"Hey you..." a man said "we're going to close."
"Ok."
They left the place and then sat down inside the car. Sascha said:

"I'm going to tell you the truth."
"What truth are you going to talk about?"
"The things were forbidden on the phone call."
"Oh, ok. Go, Sascha. I wanna hear you. I sense you want to tell them as soon as possible."
"I die each day that I don't tell it. Carsten. I hope you don't leave me in this moment. I really need you.Hmmm"

Dry mouth and lips. Shaking hands.
"I was Bruno Labbadia's lover before he was hired at Bayer."
"Oh, nein...how could you??"
"But I feel guilty. I like men. But I was in love with you. I was keeping for you... but Bruno killed my dream
of being with you. When you played the farewell match, I knew that dream couldn't come true."
"Hey...wait a second... Bruno Labbadia's lover?"
"But not 'lover' in the good sense of word... I was just with him 'cause I thought he was a nice guy. That man brought me nothing but just pain.It hurts so much to tell the truth, but I couldn't stand it anymore..."
"Did you told it to Bernd?"
"The entire team knows, less René."
"Leave Adler alone" Ramelow advices "He's just a double-sided coin. And also I had the intuition. He hates Vidal, by the way."
"Do you know Arturo?"
"Yes. I met him before my retirement. He plays really well, specially when's about making a defense-duo with Bernd...by the way...he's really a nice guy."
"But why does he hate Arturo?"
"He thinks that he's sissy... he thinks at his age he should has a hoarse voice like him...and also cannot tolerate his skin color and lack of language knowledge. But...I know he can handle with it..."

"Yes. He improved his German. And even he has guts to tell Bernd he was raped."
"What!? Raped by who?"
"He was raped by Bruno actually. When I told them his 'modus operandi' Arturo associated all with the stuff happened to him.
Bruno doesn't like kisses. He likes sex with pain by the passive one. He likes pain.
And to hurt. He hurted Arturo. And he hurted me. And another thing."
"What now, Sascha?"

"We punched Bruno" Dum emphasizes in the first word "Because of us he's at the hospital.Several bruising plus he lost a tooth. Even I spitted his back and insulted. Arturo did that to him too. I faced him and left me with this..."
"Aw...you have a scar over here."
"Yes.I had to rinse my mouth in warm water and salt. In Spanish is 'salmuera'...Then Bernd punched him and the rest is history."
"Awww,Sascha!!!! No more, please...no more... I still love you... I still love you. Do you want to press charges against him?"
"Someday I'll do it. But the problem is that it happened when I was at Bayer II"
"Doesn't matter,Sascha. He has to pay. With jail or not, he must pay for what he done to you, so as Arturo."
"I could never be happy because of him! " Dum cries.
"Oh, no...Sascha...from now and on you'll be happy. We're here in Jena. We're going to make our dream come true. Ich liebe dich, Sascha...more than possibly Bernd and Arturo can love each other."
"Ich...dich...auch, Carsten"
They did it again.
One more kiss...
one more step to make their dream come true and just miles away of the nearest hotel.
"Did those teardrops fade away?" Ramelow asks.
"Yes" he said grinning even with his broken voice. "Let's go"
Then...they arrived to the place...
"Yeah, baby, yeah! Wow! A medieval bed... that's really flawless"
"Get a shower, Sascha."
"Awww...ok."
During the tour they already had lunch and dinner.
Sascha was still happy. Despite of the truth already told, his anxiety and happiness never faded away.
Suddenly, he puts a bath-suit and goes out of the bathroom. Wet hair...but his face suddenly changes.

No traces of Carsten.
"Ramelow! Ramelow! Where are you?"
He looked inside every enviroment of the room.
"Nein! Nein! Forgive me, Carsten...forgive me for all...I didn't wanted to tell you because of this.
I knew it would happen!!! You left me!!!"
"Don't cry anymore...I'm here..."
"Where, Calle?"
He was at the medieval bed... sitting down. Just wrapped with a towel around his waist...
"I wanted to give you a surprise...sorry for all...Sascha." the man 12 years older than him excused.
"Turn off the lights, please" the young man interrupts.
Carsten obeyed to his commands.
"Wow...full moon... the light is exactly at the center..."
"Seems you learned a lot at the Planetarium."
"Ja, Calle...first of all I wanna thank you for everything..."
"No problem, Sascha."
"Bernd Schneider left my blessing. And I could feel it. Carsten Ramelow, it's just a big honor to be with you..." he said while he was taking
off his bath-suit "I watched the stars...and you're the chosen one to help me at reaching them..."
And with shyness he leaves the bathsuit falling down... His nudity was already exposed under the moonlight.
He caressed Carsten's hair.The Western German kissed his chest softly till his belly-button.
Then he stands up...the towel was removed...
At last...
the moment dreamt by Dum by the times in Alemannia Aachen was coming true.
Taking hands... Sascha was really nervous...
Ramelow let Dum explore his body through touching...finally, their privacies are joint.
"I can feel you..."
Night full of stars in Jena.But not full of silence.Hands disorder...the body language was spoken... kisses were wide, wet and passionate...
tongues were playing around each other's mouth.
He was feeling Carsten on his arms. The moonlight still reflexed at the center of the bed, but it left some shadow.

Softly sucking Sascha's neck, he felt arousal already...
And Sascha reached Carsten's cock with his hand... innate... a reflex act. Doesn't matter.
It's time to erase the past.
With every kiss and touching his naked body he was washing away his sanity... as Hilary Duff would say.
Turning eyes in extended angle...Dum gasps due Ramelow's neck sucking...he lets Sascha go with every move.
With his hand he kept his erection, but he was doing it so quick... Carsten's facial expression changes. The air gets cut...
"Nein,Carsten.Schau in meine Augen"
The angle changes, so as perspective.
"Bon voyage"
Mutual arousal was increasing. Their legs were holding each other's body, just like their arms did. Sascha pants and hyperventilates...so as his experienced partner
Experience and youth joining together, full of sweat, kisses and back scratching...Dum was reaching the stars already...
It's liquid...
Wet, but soft...not sticky as the dry sweat around them.
Both had sexual blush around their necks and chest. Constantly rubbing, the young man wanted to moan, but he just sighs...
"Carsten...just touch me..."
No smut words... no more speaking.
He knew that Sascha had problems...but problems are just fading away.
The dream was coming true...
Lube...at last...how the things should be years ago. Carsten made the perfect move... He takes it, fits inside...Sascha's on Carsten.
Softly he moves...it's good. Closes his eyes and bites lips. Sighing...
The experience and youth preparing for the journey to the point of no return... when Sascha, while moving and feeling
Ramelow, remembered the following words:
"Don't repress"
Just abstract sounds before the first moan...but it was cut...
"Ah! Aw...Touch me, Carsten" Dum begs in German.
Ramelow had the Midas' touch... he turned his hips and chest into gold... his long hair was sweaty, so as his body.
Sexually blushing... he wants to explode...He cannot stand it anymore. Remembering Bernd's words:

If you wanna moan, just do it.(...)
(...) He will not hurt you.

"Carsten...!"At last... his dream was coming true...abstract, but sweet and hot moaning at the time. Pitch and tune acute, less than Arturo...he could make it.
No more repression.Bruno Labbadia was out of his body.He left behind the bad memories. He felt a man. Carsten Ramelow made him a man...
And also Ramelow was feeling him too...
"Oh,Sascha..."
He feels alive...sighs...moans with him.
Dum wasn't alone.Just panting... No words...'cause he couldn't pronounciate one.
Fresh sweating, even a drop falls from his long hair.
"I feel my lips...salty...""I feel them like that too..."A deep and soft kiss... He met the meaning of making love.Sascha Dum made love with Carsten Ramelow in Jena...
The dream came true...Sweat is fading away, sticky and cold... but the sheets are still wet.
quot;Calle... I want to tell you something.""What?""I wanna press charges against Bruno Labbadia.You encouraged me. At last I learnt what 'make love' means."
"Do it tomorrow... in the morning. Just stay with me, Sascha.Stay with me" Ramelow insists finishing the phrase through kissing Sascha's cheek and forehead.
Then the young man lays on his chest and softly sings with traces of German accent on pronounciation:
"Let the rain fall down
and wake my dreams
let it wash away
my sanity
'Cause I wanna feel the thunder
I wanna scream
Let the rain fall down
I'm coming clean...
I'm coming clean..."
Early in the morning...no breakfast...first stand: Jena's police station.
The words Sascha spoke were enough to spread it into the media. Finally he does it.Sascha Dum pressed charges against Bruno Labbadia for sexual embarrasment and raping.
In Leverkusen, North-Rhine Westphalia,at the same hour,Bruno Labbadia's member's scar faded away through two months
of healing and abstinence. But it was time to test it.René went to visit him at the hospital.
"It's everything ok?"
"Well, not so. Sascha escaped from the training yesterday. I saw a red car who picked him.
But I decided to follow them, just fifteen minutes earlier they turned on the GPS... they went to Jena."
"Jena? Why Jena?"
"Do you know who's from Jena...huh?"
"Ja. Bernd Schneider."
"But I've lost their sight, so I came back."
"Damn you,Adler!" Bruno said "I want you...to test me..."
"Oh, please! I don't suck anything. Pussies I can suck, no dicks allowed."
"Just do it!!!" Bruno said
"Ja Trainer" Adler replies.
He takes off his shirt.
He wanted to kiss him,but he said:
"No preludes, Adler. That's for fags..."
"Ok"
René puts his head under the sheets and climbs on it...
"I hope it can work and Vidal didn't made a damage"
"The doctor said it didn't left sequels."
"Let's check doc's word, Herr Labbadia"
"Don't call me Herr, just my last name."
Adler begins to lick Bruno's cock under the sheets of hospital's bed... But then he was tired of preludes...so..."Open your mouth and get it!"
"Trainer!!" Adler complains.
René didn't spoke a word. His mouth get stucked sucking his trainer's cock... really unusual.
Labbadia held René's head. He felt already good.
His hair was just a mess... sighs and more sighs...A loud scream rise from Labbadia's throat.
"Adler!"
"It's that ok?"
"Yeah...just keep sucking..."
René obeyed his commands.
"Aw, René" he moaned.
The softness of his mouth left him crazy.
Bruno keeps moaning until a police officer comes.
"Are you Bruno Labbadia?"
"Aw, the same!"
"You're under arrest for charges of raping against Sascha Dum"
"What!?"
They read the rights to him.While doing it, Bruno commanded Adler:
"Raus! Raus!"
They didn't put the handcuffs until a day later...
Bild published the photos of Bruno going out of the hospital with stitches and handcuffed.
While at the team, Sascha was recieved as a hero.
And following his example, Arturo is thinking about pressing charges too
t.b.c/t.s.c 04/01/2009
awww man! wait a minute...this is rising like yeast...huh? sascha and carsten in da house!!!
prepare 4 revenge!!!!!!!!!!!!!!