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That's Brutal	By : RideHimCowboy Category: +M through R > Metalocalypse > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2037 -:- 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.

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Notes: Yup, more of my completely random, totally pointless smut. This wasn't done for anyone in particular, unlike many of my stories. This one just..came to me. Forgive the usual things, typos and grammar errors.

~~~ That's Brutal ~~~

Pickles was stuck under Nathan, brutally pinned to the cold, stone floor by the sheer greater size and strength of the vocalist. He was acutely aware of what was going to happen, or at least had some sneaking suspicion, and it honestly filled him with slight sense of fear. He’d always wanted something, anything, to happen between he and Nathan, he couldn’t and wouldn’t deny that. He hadn’t intended for the circumstances to be like this, however. Something had riled up Nathan, thrown him into a fit of anger, all rationality, or what little he had to start with, gone.

Pickles found his thoughts cut off as the weight of the lead man moved off of him. For a moment, he thought maybe there was hope, but it was all dashed as Nathan appeared over him, hauling him carelessly to his feet, only to find himself shoved rather uncomfortably to his knees right in front of the far larger, raven haired male.

The distinct sound of a zipper being undone drew Pickles’ attention almost instantly. He shifted slightly, clearing his throat. He’d been at the band life since he was sixteen years old, he knew exactly what the gesture meant. It didn’t exactly bother him, but there was still the problem of Nathan being little more than one big ball of anger. If he was going to be forced into something like this, he’d at least like Nathan to remember it. Then again, even under other circumstances, there was a chance that Nathan wouldn’t remember, letting it all be lost to absent mindedness or just plain denial.

“Dude…” Pickles grunted, pushing himself up, though Nathan just grabbed a shoulder and shoved him back into place again. “Fuck.”

“You ramble a lot when you get high, you know?” Nathan reached into his jeans, freeing his cock of the tight confines, large fingers, nails painted black, stroking over an even larger expanse of already hard flesh. “This is what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but…not when you’re totally fucked up on one of your anger trips. I mean, seriously.”

Nathan growled and snagged a handful of Pickles’ reddish-orange hair, the motion quick enough to startle Pickles. “Suck, you whore!” Nathan used his grip on hair to pull the drummer up even with hard flesh, green eyes flashing brightly and dangerously. “Now!”

“Man, you CANNOT be serious. What if the others show up?”

“Fuck them!” Nathan growled. “Come on, pretty boy. I know you want to!” He curled strong fingers deeper into the hair in his grasp, the pain he was causing to the drummer the furthest thing from his mind. “Blow me.”

Pickles grunted and gave his second attempt at breaking free, only to once more be stopped by the greater power of the lead man. He sighed softly, then, and simply resigned himself to this little twist fate seemed to be intent on imposing upon him. He leaned in closer of his own will, tongue flicking almost experimentally, though he was no amateur, against the head of Nathan’s shaft. There was an instant tensing of fingers amongst the sea of reddish-orange hair and a growled demand of, ‘Suck!’

Usually the risks of not doing exactly what Nathan wanted, at the very moment he wanted it, were high. But Pickles had been around there a long time and knew that ignoring it now would just later result in some other form of brutal treatment, and that was nothing out of the ordinary, anyway. If he was going to do this, he’d do it his own way, and at his own pace, and Nathan was just going to have to deal with it…not that he’d ever dare to say something like that to his face.

Pickles leaned in an inch or so closer to the lead man, catching the tip of the large shaft gently between his lips. He suckled softly for a long moment, drawing it out as long as he could, before lapping at the tip, tongue exploring and ultimately lavishing great amounts of attention upon the area. He could already taste the precum of the vocalist, which momentarily made him wonder just what Nathan had been up to before this. He was in no position to ask, however, and he really didn’t think he would later, either. For his own well being. Instead he just teased the hard, hot flesh more eagerly, delighting in the sounds Nathan was making, which were just amazing. There was a mix of soft groans and half growls, things even his most devoted of fans would never get to hear. Pickles couldn’t help but stop the sense of pride, the satisfaction of knowing he did get to hear them.

“I knew you wanted it.” Nathan growled out breathily, the sound brutal, as expected of him, but pleasure wracked, as well. “Drug abusing whore.”

Pickles rolled his eyes and ignored the words. There were only meant to anger him, or to coax him into some sort of reply. Nathan always got that way when he was angry, that much was familiar, at least. He’d get him back later for the verbal jab, either way. For the time being, he took a deep breath, closing the rest of the gap between he and the vocalist, taking as much of Nathan into his mouth as he could comfortably manage. He felt his hair being yanked on again, but ignored even the pain of that as he began to move, bobbing his head and working in a way that he knew would please Nathan without a doubt.

“Ah, fuck. That’s…oh, that’s good…” Nathan groaned loudly.

Pickles could tell Nathan was already close, which he wasn’t used to. That again sparked the curiosity of what he’d been doing, but he pushed it back as he increased the speed of his movements, hands fondling anything his mouth was unable to reach. Nathan yanked harshly on long hair again, finally thrusting into the irresistible heat of Pickles’ mouth. The rhythm he established was steady and edging toward the brutal side. If not for prior experience, and quite a lot of it, Pickles knew he would have gagged and made a complete ass out of himself, something he never would have lived down. But with experience saving him from such a fate, Pickles tipped his head back slightly, giving himself angle enough to better accommodate Nathan’s thrusts, deep throating smoothly. His fingers continued to fondle and play with anything his mouth missed, each second just drawing Nathan closer.

“Ah, fuck…” Nathan hissed, free hand brushing across the side of Pickles’ face. At first, the gesture was gentle, but as Nathan tensed, nails dragged along, though not enough to break skin. “Totally…just totally gonna come…”

Pickles fought away the hand in his hair and pulled away from Nathan, almost entirely releasing his hard shaft. It was only done so that he could suck at the tip again, tongue dragging along the slit tauntingly, before engulfing as much of him back into moist heat as he could. As he resumed deep throating the vocalist, Pickles moaned as well as he could manage, which proved to be just enough. The vibrations from the sound sent a wave of sensation through Nathan, driving him crazy. He yanked on Pickles’ hair and pushed as deep as he could get, almost painfully so, growling wildly as he came. Pickles put his best effort forward, swallowing what he could, but he was still only human. What he had missed, now mixed with his saliva, dripped from Nathan’s cock as he let the softening flesh slide from his mouth. And it was only then that strong fingers finally untangled from reddish-orange hair, though almost reluctantly.

Pickles slowly caught his breath and looked up to Nathan, absently admiring the rise and fall of the broad, muscular chest. “Dude! What the hell was THAT about?”

“I need a reason?”

“Most people that pull a stunt like that have a reason!”

“Uhh…” Nathan grunted. “I’ll get back to you on that later. Yeah…later.”

“You’ll…what? You’ll ‘get back to me.’?”

“Yeah. Later. Or…sometime.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Pickles sighed again. Honestly, Nathan sounded like a drunk moron, which was undoubtedly far from the truth anyway, but it made him adorable…in his own brutal, metal sort of way, of course. “And what about me?”

“What about you?” A dark brow arched, the vocalist appearing to be completely unknowing of the implication, or at the very least, pretending to be.

Pickles got to his feet, dusting himself off. The floors around the place were always dirty. “Don’t give me that. You know what.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Seriously.”

“Dude, no one can be this stupid!”

“Hey, I’m not stupid.” Nathan took a menacing step forward, though his expression was that of a sulky pout.

“Hey, okay. Stupid wasn’t the word I was looking for.” Pickles took an instinctive step away. Even if Nathan didn’t intend to physically harm him, that pouty expression would do it just as well. The vocalist was too good at that, way too good.

“Yeah, that’s right.” Nathan grunted, tucking himself back into his jeans, paying little mind to the mess that was ultimately making. No one would ask. And even if they did, he didn’t have to answer. “So, uh…what were you talking about?”

“Oh my god. Nathan, seriously. Who’s gonna get me off in return, now?”

Nathan tipped his head, eyeing the drummer as a dark brow arched again. “Not my problem.”

Pickles opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Nathan was already walking away. He shook his head slowly, fingers going through his hair.

“Oh, that’s brutal…”
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