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Midnight Voyeur	By : Bunnywith Category: +M through R > Metalocalypse > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3235 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Metalocalypse, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Midnight Voyeur
- 2-Midnight Voyeur Part 2
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Insomnia was probably one of the worst things in the world, Nathan decided. He was no stranger to being unable to sleep; insomnia had plagued him throughout his life, often times keeping him up all night. The only thing that sucked more than a night of insomnia was trying to stay awake the next day without having had any sleep. And since Nathan’s personal bedside stash of sleeping aids was cleaned out, he was on a hunt to find more, because being unable to sleep at 3 am was among the definitions of painful.
The nearest locale with a huge supply of sleeping pills and similar tranquilizers was Toki’s room, and so Nathan was quickly heading in that direction. As he traveled the darkened hallways, he dreamed about the peaceful sleep he would soon be lost in – no more tossing and turning for hours, wide awake and wishing in vain for sleep to claim him.

Being unable to see in the dark, Nathan could only rely on his memory of where things in the house were located. He placed his hands on the stone wall, using it as his guide as he walked, his loud, heavy footsteps dully echoing within hallway. When he felt a boxy, plastic fire alarm, he knew he’d found Toki’s room. The fire alarm was right next to a fire extinguisher; both of them had been recently installed just the previous week when Toki discovered how much fun it was to leave burning piles of clothing and model glue unsupervised.
Nathan felt a little further along the wall until his fingers found Toki’s heavy wooden door. His hand was on the cold metal knob, ready to turn it and grant himself entry, but he realized it was already open. That seemed a little odd to Nathan, because Toki was usually so careful about closing his door at night (something he’d learned during previous insomniatic nights while on the prowl for coma-inducing narcotics). He chalked this slip up to carelessness and had pushed open the door just a crack when he heard something out of the ordinary from within the room. It was definitely Toki he was hearing; there was no mistaking that voice and the garbled English.
Nathan stayed behind the door, holding his breath as he listened in closer. Was he talking in his sleep?

“Nnn…H-hey, what’s…What are yous doing? Quit that, it’s feels funny!”

“Ha-ha funny or I’m-gonna-barf funny?”

“…I don’t gets it?”

“It’ll feel good when I’m done so jus’ shut up.”

Nathan’s mouth dropped open upon hearing the second voice, and he almost shouted out, but caught himself in time to yell internally instead.
‘MURDERFACE?’

What the hell was Murderface doing in Toki’s room at 3 in the morning!?

“Shit, I can’t breathe under here,” Murderface said loudly, and Nathan heard shuffling sounds. He peered inside the room through the barely-opened door. He saw Toki lying on his back, the blankets over his body suddenly rising up and being thrown off. In the moonlight through the window Nathan saw Murderface kneeling on the bed, missing his shirt, looking down at his bed mate. Toki was wearing his favorite pajama pants, pulled halfway down his thighs to reveal a half-hardened erection, lying against his abdomen. Toki was hiding his face with his arm, breathing heavy as Murderface whipped his pajama pants all the way off and tossing them over his shoulder to land with a soft noise on the floor. Murderface pushed Toki’s naked legs apart, giving a dirty leer as he took in the sight of Toki spread-eagled and wanting more.

Murderface pushed his index and middle finger against Toki’s lips, grinning as the guitarist quickly and willingly accepted them into his mouth. He held Murderface’s thick, hairy wrist with both hands and sucked hard on his fingertips, letting his saliva cover the skin. Toki grazed his teeth lightly on the sensitive inside of one finger, watching Murderface’s reactions with hazy eyes. Murderface couldn’t help but imagine the sensation of Toki’s hot mouth on his cock instead, licking and sucking, gently biting…With a shudder that overtook his entire body, Murderface withdrew his fingers from Toki’s mouth, examining them closely, satisfied that they were sufficiently wet.
Once again Toki was squealing when he felt Murderface’s fingers bumping against his tight asshole, trying to push inside.

“No, no, it feels strange!” Toki protested, giggling as he automatically tensed his body and sat up a little, “It’s too weird!”

“Either my fingers go up your ass, or your fingers go into mine, and I’ve never met anyone brave enough to go that close to my ass.”

Murderface said impatiently, and while Toki was considering his options, weighing the pros and cons of fingering Murderface’s ass, he was surprised when he suddenly felt that Murderface had taken advantage of the opportunity and pushed both fingers up at once. It hurt, and it felt weird. Toki decided he didn’t like this, but Murderface had promised it would feel good, so he stuck it out. It was when Murderface pushed his fingers in deeper, finding some previously unknown, absolutely magical spot within Toki that sent a blissful shock throughout his entire body, he decided that maybe this wasn’t so bad.

‘Oh. My. God.’ Was all Nathan could think as he watched the two messing around. He was horrified and felt a little sick as he watched. It wasn’t because it was gay, it was just…Murderface. Murderface. With his feet that smelled so bad they peeled wallpaper, his nasally lisp and hairy stomach, Nathan couldn’t even imagine that anyone – anyone besides the groupies – would ever want to have sex with Murderface. And yet, right before him, it was happening. Or about to happen anyway. And Toki looked like – sounded like - he was enjoying it too, from the sight of his hard cock, and the sound of his gasping breath and his squirming, sweaty body.

Toki was thrashing, pushing his hips down against Murderface’s fingers. He wanted that wonderful feeling again, that electric jolt so intense and surprising that he couldn’t even see, that clenched his hands into tight fists and made his body feel so tight and hot and willing, desperately craving whatever touch or caress Murderface would give.
Murderface held his other hand on Toki’s tight abdomen, taking the time to grope his muscles while trying to keep his body somewhat still, pulling his fingers out and pushing them back in quickly to draw out those groans that promised Toki was finally enjoying himself. He smiled a crooked grin as a strangled moan escaped past Toki’s lips. Toki’s back arched hard and his chest was heaving as incredible pleasure wracked his body again.

“See? I was right.” Murderface said triumphantly, spreading his fingers inside Toki to stretch his internal muscles to prepare for later. Toki couldn’t reply with anything at the moment, he was so completely consumed by this awesome new experience and the sensations it brought to him. He bit down hard on his bottom lip and held the sheets on his bed as his muscles inside were stretched. Such a strange new feeling, but also so very satisfying.

“Murderface…” Toki sighed, looking down his body at his friend, who was hypnotized by the sight of Toki’s hips, gyrating against his fingers. The pressure in Toki’s cock was increasing and he released his bed sheets, bringing a hand down to wrap tightly around his hard on, moaning as he finally had some stimulation where he needed it most. Before he could even begin to try and jerk himself off, Murderface slapped his hand away, and Toki almost wanted to cry as he was denied.

“No! Bad!” Murderface scolded, as if Toki were a naughty puppy. Indeed, with his big eyes and the hurt expression and his hair hanging in his face, he looked very much like a shamed puppy. However, Murderface was immune to the effects of ‘puppy dog face’, even if it worked on the rest of the band. It wasn’t that he wanted Toki to lie there and suffer, hell no, it was just that he wanted to be the one making Toki thrash around and moan and beg and cry out to be satisfied. No others were allowed to intervene and try to touch Toki, and that included Toki himself.

Murderface pulled his fingers from Toki’s ass with a slick, wet sound, grinning as the guitarist whimpered, now feeling empty and disliking it severely. Murderface leaned over, his hand wrapping around the base of Toki’s cock as he brought his mouth to the hard, swollen head and licked slowly, still keeping his other hand low on Toki’s body to keep him from bucking his hips up too hard. He brought the entire head into his mouth and sucked hard, listening to Toki’s whimpered protests – No, stop! - and single-word encouragements – Yes! Please! He dug his nails hard into Toki’s tight abdomen when he started moving too wildly, and immediately, Toki stilled.

Nathan almost vocalized his shock and surprise as he witnessed the spectacle, but quickly stopped himself by biting down hard on his tongue. He barely noticed as his own breathing picked up speed, his entire body feeling tighter and harder as his own cock suddenly, immediately became hard and tented his boxers, already leaking precum and making a damp spot on his clothing.

‘Oh my god, I’m hard?’ He suddenly realized, and his hand went down to cover his erection, as if there was someone around who might notice this sudden, intense arousal and immediately begin teasing. Nathan looked up and down the hallway, just to make sure no one was around. He completely forgot about the embarrassment he felt when he heard Toki moaning again, in a low, sweet voice. God, that voice. He looked back quickly, feeling all concern about someone finding him watching evaporate as he saw Toki arch his back up, his face twisted in ecstasy in the bright moonlight.

“Oohh, faster, faster…” Toki whined, trying again to push his hips against his band mate’s mouth, hoping to go deeper to steal more pleasure, but all he got was Murderface’s dirty nails pushed into his skin again and the same, slow pace. “Please, you’re so fuckings mean!! You tease me!”

Saying nothing, Murderface pulled away, wiping his mouth off.

“See, you tease! As soon as I’ms getting into it, you stops!! How would you like it if I dids this to you?? I gets you all hornies and then I stops??” Toki was indignant, sitting up as soon as Murderface had stopped. Murderface was on his knees, simply staring at Toki, putting up with the yelling and threats.

“…And now you aren’t even sayings things to me when I asks you why you do this!!” Toki shrieked, “You comes into my room in the middle of the night and starts touching me, and then you teases me! You are such a fuckings BASTARD, I - !”

Murderface very successfully shut him up midsentence, grabbing Toki’s shoulders and pulling him closer, forcing their lips together suddenly. Toki looked very surprised, but was soon calmed again as he realized the action was resuming. He wrapped his arms comfortably around Murderface’s neck as he let his eyes flutter shut. He opened his mouth when Murderface’s tongue licked at his lips, and suddenly the kiss was hotter than before, spreading heat all through Toki’s body. Murderface forced his weight onto Toki, and they fell back together against the pillows, their lips messy and wet against each other as they furiously kissed and licked, small moans from both of them growing louder, the only sound in the room besides the shifting of weight on the mattress as Murderface repositioned himself, straddling Toki’s hips as he leaned over him. He was feeling Toki’s shoulders and strong arms with his hands, running his fingertips over every curve in his muscles and wishing his own arms looked like that. Laziness prevented him from having a body as glorious as this, and so he was content to just molest Toki’s hard body.

Nathan couldn’t believe this was making him so hot, but he decided to worry about it later. Right now, there was only heat and pressure and the two men inside the room, in the midst of heavy foreplay. Nathan pulled his boxers down to his knees and hissed sharply when the cool air surrounded his burning hard on. He covered the shaft with his right hand, squeezing tightly and enjoying the pressure with a low tiger growl from his throat.

‘Bite your tongue, bite your tongue, no noise,’ he thought, and he clamped his mouth shut, hoping no other noises would escape. Slowly, Nathan began moving his hand up and down his hard cock, realizing it was going to be harder than he thought to keep the noises down as the pleasure shot through every nerve his body possessed. He couldn’t help but let a small groan escape as he looked back into the room and continued watching Toki and Murderface grope at each other’s bodies, both so vocal about their pleasure.

Toki grabbed handfuls of Murderface’s hair and was tugging hard, grinning as his fuckbuddy whined at the sharp, sudden pain.

“That’s for beings such a meanie tease.” Toki informed him, then kissed Murderface again, still yanking on his hair.
Murderface pulled Toki’s hand out of his hair and sat up on his knees, unbuttoning his shorts. He was in such a hurry, though, his fingers kept fumbling and in his frustration he spat up a string of curses Toki hadn’t heard before.
Toki sat up then, stretching his arms out and groaning as his muscles were stretched comfortably. He kneeled before Murderface and pushed his hands away, slowly and calmly unfastening the button.
Murderface bit down on his lip, chewing hard as Toki’s hands wandered so freely around his crotch. The sensation, the slight pressure of those fingers over his clothed length was driving Murderface insane. His blood boiled in his ears and he gasped loudly as Toki playfully groped at him, loving the reaction. He watched Toki’s long fingers open the button on his jean shorts, then pull the zipper down. Toki pushed Murderface’s shorts down and grinned, looking up at the bassist. God, that sweet grin.

“You are ‘freeballin’.” Toki commented.

“You were too.” Murderface pointed out with a huff, trying to hide the fact that he was incredibly aroused just from watching Toki move around naked.

“I ams surprised you ever did wear underwears,” Toki continued as Murderface sat down on his bare ass and pulled his shorts off, “I don’ts remember ever wearings underwears. It’s a useless piece of clothes.”

‘Holy god, Murderface is huge,’ Nathan thought, and his dick tightened as his imagination suddenly went crazy with what he was seeing. He pictured himself there in bed with Murderface, that huge dick shoved down his throat and choking him, and…‘Oh shit, what the fuck am I thinking?!’

He held his breath, keeping his other hand over his mouth now as his thumb on his dick started to press into the head, spreading around the precum that leaked out, making it slick and wet. His hips bucked into the touches he administered to himself as he was stuck on the thought of Murderface.

‘On his knees, or…doing me, oh GOD!’ Nathan turned and pressed his back against the stone wall next to the door, biting down on his tongue as he started to jerk himself off with both hands, completely grossed out but so turned on by these rampant thoughts of Murderface assaulting him and touching him with rough fingers and kissing him…

“Ew, no, don’t takes off your boots!” Toki suddenly cried, “I won’t wants it anymore, I’ll send you out if you takes them off!!”

Nathan froze, immediately stopping his intense masturbation as fear spiked through him.

‘Shit, shit, leave them on, Murderface,’ he thought as hard as he could, trying to send psychic messages to the bassist, pleading with him. ‘Although’, he thought, ‘On the other hand, if Toki does kick him out, then I can jump him and…WHAT THE FUCK AM I THINKING!’

“You got a problem with stinky feet?” Murderface asked innocently, trying to sound hurt as he sat next to Toki, both of them staring at each other’s nudity and entertaining dirty, possibly illegal, thoughts.

“I haves no problems with stinky feets,” Toki was babbling, “Pickle has stinky feet because he’s never wearing any socks, and that’s is fine. You have dead body-smelling feet! They makes my eyes hurt! Leave the boots on!”

“Fine, whatever…Princess.”

“I am nots a Princess!” Toki was squalling again, pouting just like a spoiled little girl who wasn’t getting her way “Just because I wants you to leaves the boots on, you call me names!?”

Toki talked way too much during sex, Murderface decided. Again, he shut him up with a kiss. It was softer this time, less wet, but still hot. Before leaving, he left more light kisses around Toki’s face.

“You’re really loud. I might have to gag you.” Murderface said when he pulled away. Toki’s eyes widened considerably, and he obediently shut up. But when Murderface shoved him back against the pillows, he cried out in surprise. Murderface pushed Toki’s legs apart, spreading them wide and settling himself comfortably between them as he handled his cock, pressing the wet head against Toki’s hole, smearing precum around to get him nice and ready.

“Now, here comes the fun part.” Murderface promised, and very suddenly impaled himself inside Toki, his face screwed up as the pressure he felt spread through his entire body. Toki, on the other hand, wasn’t doing quite so well. He was screaming with his arms tightly around Murderface’s neck, his nails digging hard into the man’s back, breaking skin and coaxing up tiny crescent-shaped marks of blood. He reflexively clenched his muscles, not making anything better for himself, but Murderface was certainly enjoying it.

“Just…Relax!” he gasped finally, digging his fingers into the mattress on either side of Toki’s long neck.

“I…I am trying…” Toki gasped, “It hurts…I thought you said this was goings to be fun!!”

“It will be, WHEN YOU RELAX.”

Pouting almost violently, Toki attempted to relax his body and unclench his muscles. It was a hard feat to perform, when his ass felt like it was being torn in half.

“Shhh, shhh…” Murderface lowered his head to Toki’s neck, breathing in that woody, ‘clean’ smell of his, accented by model glue, harsh paint and sweat. He held Toki’s head and kissed along his jaw, thrusting his hips a little, making Toki freeze up again.

“Oohh…Wowie!” Toki gasped, looking straight into Murderface’s eyes, “Do that again!”

“Huhn? Okay…” Murderface lifted himself so his body wasn’t crushing Toki, he pulled his hips back and quickly pushed them back, sending another shock of pleasure through Toki’s body.

Outside the room, Nathan was peering in every so often, pulling hard on his cock with one hand, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he breathed heavily, never noticing how much noise he was making with just his low, hard breathing. Sweat rolled down his face and his head rolled on his shoulders as he fondled himself, one hand squeezing his balls and making him groan low again.
He was so busy, so lost in his pleasure that he never noticed approaching footsteps. By the time he realized that his earlier fear of being discovered had come to pass, it was too late to run or lie and say he was just passing by on his way to the kitchen.

“Nathan, that yous?” Skwisgaar’s smooth voice came from apparently nowhere.

‘Oh. My. Fucking. God.’ Nathan felt an incredible flush pass over his face that reached his ears and neck, making his skin glow red with an intense, paralyzing humiliation. He had been caught.
Skwisgaar stood closer, grinning because he already knew what was going on.

“What’s goings on, Nathan?” he whispered very, very quietly as he stood uncomfortably close to Nathan, pressing his slight, tall body up against the gigantic man. Skwisgaar had to laugh when he felt the heat coming from Nathan’s skin, smelled his sweat, his arousal and _felt_ his dick, pressed tight between their stomachs. He’d been coming to Toki’s room to yell at Murderface and Toki to quit making so much noise, but he’d never thought he’d find Nathan playing voyeur, jacking off as he peeped inside the bedroom.

“Skwisgaar, I-I,” Nathan started, but he had no idea what he was going to say. There was actually no way to explain this, other than admitting to being a pervert.
Skwisgaar hushed him, licking his lips. He pressed his fingers to Nathan’s lips to quiet him, then leaned in close and kissed him lightly.

“Is fine, I understands,” he promised, looking down between them at Nathan’s wet cock. Teasingly, Skwisgaar grabbed onto Nathan’s hard on, running his hands up and down it with feather-light touches, just enough to let him feel, but not enough to give him any satisfaction.

“Nathan, yous were watchings…is fun, yes?”

Nathan backed against the stone wall, gritting his teeth as Skwisgaar handled him so expertly. His heart was pounding so loud he could barely hear anything else.

“You’ll never beings happy with just jerkings off,” Skwisgaar went on talking, very softly, encircling Nathan’s cock with both hands and pumping him slowly, “You needs somebodies to plays with…I know, why don’ts I takes care of your…Big problem?”

Nathan was so hot by this point, so needy and willing and desperate for satisfaction, he would’ve agreed if it was Jean-Pierre propositioning him.
He answered by pushing Skwisgaar to his knees. The blonde obediently, immediately took all of Nathan into his mouth and down his throat, making an elegant display of his complete lack of a gag reflex. Nathan didn’t care about getting a blowjob at all by this point; all he was concerned with was the fact that Skwisgaar had presented a hole, then guided him inside. Nathan grabbed Skwisgaar’s long hair and held the back of his head tightly, almost painfully as he began fucking the man in his mouth, groaning with longing and need, still picturing Murderface and his huge cock in his mind’s eye.

Inside, Toki wasn’t even trying to keep his voice down anymore as Murderface rode his ass hard and messily kissed his face and neck. Sweat was pouring from Murderface’s forehead as he grunted, picking up his pace as he felt his peak rushing closer, ever closer.

“Uhn, uuhhnn, Mur-der-faaace…” Toki groaned, his voice warbling as his body rocked against the other man’s, both of them thrusting hard to meet each other and drive deeper, harder, faster to suck every drop of mind-numbing pleasure out of their joining. The slick friction of their stomachs pressed together did wonders on Toki’s erection. The combined stimulation of their bodies together and Murderface pounding into his body was proving to be a winning combo, and Toki knew he was going to come soon. He just needed a little extra encouragement…
Murderface leaned over suddenly and bit down hard on Toki’s neck. The surprise at this assault registered quickly on Toki’s face and he gasped aloud, stuck between a mixture of abrupt pain and incredible euphoria. His body decided being bitten felt good, and he came hard over both their bodies, shrieking out as his orgasm rocked his body.
Murderface’s teeth fell harder into the tight skin and he panted as Toki’s body clenched around him. Releasing Toki’s neck, he pushed in a few more times with increasing speed and ferocity, panting louder and harder and faster until he felt his entire body tighten, and he came hard, shooting off inside Toki. Murderface groaned and pulled out of Toki’s body, collapsing on top of him, both of them utterly exhausted and completely spent, falling straight asleep.

Nathan came hard inside Skwisgaar’s mouth when he overheard Murderface cry out. It was too much for him, to be fantasizing about that awful, foul man and then to hear him yell out in such a way…Nathan’s body shuddered and he held Skwisgaar’s head firmly in place, grunting as Skwisgaar aided his orgasm by swallowing; the movement of his throat milking every last drop from Nathan’s exhausted cock.
When he finally pulled back, breathing heavily, Nathan wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm, happy to note that he now felt very tired. It seemed as though he wouldn’t need any sleeping pills after all. Skwisgaar stood and wiped his mouth, pulling Nathan’s boxers back up and making a great deal about tucking everything back into place. He leaned in and pressed another kiss to Nathan’s lips, grinning at him.

“I am expectings a favors from you, Nathan.”

“Yeah, fine, but…Not now. I’m tired.” Nathan yawned, his wide open mouth like a lion roaring. He rolled his head around on his shoulders and listened to the bones in his neck crack. “’M going to bed now…’Night, Skwisgaar.”

Nathan turned and walked back the way he came, so overcome with exhaustion now that he wasn’t even thinking about the fact Skwisgaar’s ‘favor’ was probably going to be humiliating.
Skwisgaar wiped his mouth on the back of his arm, watching Nathan stumble down the hallway. He grinned to himself and returned to his own bedroom, trying to decide if the ‘favor’ would involve a bunny suit or a French maid costume.
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