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Brutal Valentines	By : Jaberwolky Category: +M through R > Metalocalypse > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2083 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: No I do not own Metalocalypse or any of it's characters. Obviously I'm not makng any money for my smut

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Brutal Valentine's

note- The chapters are meant to include character's inner and outer dialog as they go thru the day. Since Toki and Skwisgaar would think in their native tongues and Murderface would not think with a lisp, the characters unusual speech patterns are reserved for when they are actually speaking.

Chapter one- Hang overs suck
Told by Nathan

12:00 pm

Beep beep beep beep beep beep.......

I wake up groggily; what the fuck is that beeping? I try to open my eyes to locate the source but my eyelids suddenly seem to weigh a million pounds each.

My head’s throbbing, I'm nauseous and my throat’s burning like I've thrown up recently.

Shit!

I must have drunk too much last night. I remember jack and squat, just something about a drinking game with Pickles and some hazy memories of being in the hot tub with Murderface which make my cock twitch.

I try to bury deeper in my covers to sleep but the annoying beeping sound won't stop. What the fuck is that?! Looking up, I finally manage to pry my eyes open and I realize it's my alarm clock. Fuck, why did I set it this early? What is it, noon? I stumble over to my dresser and hit the button, the time reads 12:00 pm. Yeah, I was right. Sweet demi-lord icon, it's way too early! I suddenly remember there’s a meeting today, which is why I set the thing.

FUCK IT! I feel like shit. I'm going back to bed.

Under my black comforter, I notice a giant, softly snoring lump.
I know that form all too well. Murderface obviously crashed here again last night; he's been doing that a lot since we started fucking two months ago.

A familiar fear creeps into my chest. I know if we keep messing around, eventually we’re gonna get caught. I know our...thing is not metal and if word gets out, all kinds of shit will hit the fan. But still…I don't wanna stop. I like palling around with Murderface. I like having sex with him. It's...brutal! I just...I...I…like him, even if he can be annoying sometimes.

I'm not sure what would be worse at this point: facing the storm if we’re outed, or ending whatever this is we have together to prevent being found out.

I force myself to push the fear aside; it's still too early in the day to be worrying about this shit.
I crawl back into bed. As I do, I feel a Murderface's arm wrap sleepily around me as he snuggles closer.
I start to nod off when my Dethphone starts ringing. Christ, that sound makes my head hurt! Annoyed, I reach over and grab the phone off my nightstand.

I glance at the ID; it's Charles, no surprise there. He's probably trying to get my ass down to the conference room.

I chuck the phone against the wall; it makes an ugly crunching sound as it shatters (let’s see the fucker ring now). I lie back down and start to go back to sleep when Murderface's phone goes off. Fuck! Before I can grab it he wakes up and answers, “Yeallo!”

Fuck! How can he sleep through my alarm, my Dethphone ringing, and the destruction of my Dethphone, but wake up the instant his damn phone goes off?

I try to block out him talking, but that voice of his is impossible to ignore.
“Yeah, yeah, uh huh, oh so what did he say? Uh huh, uh huh, meeting, oh yezh. Schit yeah yeah we can be there schoon.”

Oh that asshole did not just say “we”. I sit up and glare at him.

His eye widen when he sees my expression.

“Ummmm I mean I can be there schoon, yeah not we yeah, I'm by myself...Nathan? No no haven't scheen him today...Yeah, if I schee him, I'll tell him.”

He hangs up the phone and looks over at me. “What’sch your problem?”

“I'm not going...feel like crap.”

Murderface shrugs. “Scho don't go. Schervesch you right though for drinking sho much last night.”

What the hell? He drinks all the damn time! Why the hell is he suddenly giving me grief? I breathe in deeply, clenching my fists, then lie back down to try and sleep. But his hand is suddenly stroking my face.

“Do you want me to get you schomething?”

“No...“ I feel my stomach roll, shit I hope I don't throw up. “I just want to fuckin’ sleep.”

“Ok. Try to feel better schoon, we had plansh today, remember?”

I swat his hand away, no I don't remember and since all I want to do is curl up and die I don't care. He bends down to kiss me (which I normally like), but since I'm feeling nauseous, I roll away from him. He looks at me, puzzled, but shrugs, gets up, and starts putting on his clothes.

I hunker down deeper under my covers. I know in the back of my mind I'm being kind of a dick but I don't care. Being hung over is almost as bad as having a summer cold. I close my eyes and wait for sleep to hit me.

12:30 pm

Someone’s knocking on my door. “What?!” I yell.

“Let’s go, Nathan, there's a meeting today,” answers Charles.

“I'm sick, I think it's the flu,” I lie.

“The flu, huh? Well, Pickles seemed to be suffering from an ailment earlier. Coffee and aspirin seemed to do wonders for it. Why don't we give that a try?”

It's clear Charles isn't going to go away until I relent. Grudgingly, I get up, slip on my clothes, and stumble to the door. Charles and a klokateer are standing there, and the klokateer hands me some pills and a mug of coffee. I down the pills with the coffee and follow Charles towards the meeting room.

When we get there, Murderface is just walking in. He left my room way before I did. What the hell was he doing? I sit down next to him at the conference table. He looks at me, but doesn't say anything. Just sits there, arms folded across his chest.

Charles stands at the head of the table. “Now that everyone is here, there are a number of topics we need to cover in today’s meeting, so let me get started. First off, I have had some new security measures put in place for your safety, the first being...”

I kinda stop paying attention at this point. I catch the occasional word like “lasers” and “armed guards”, which is cool, but I just don't feel well enough to care.

I feel the soft touch of fingers running up and down my thigh. It feels nice, and I glance over at Murderface, who grins at me. No big surprise, one of his hands has disappeared under the table.

I feel that hand get closer to my crotch and I have to fight back a groan.

Then I smell...it. This sickening fake cherry scent that makes me gag and my stomach start to rebel. I notice the smell’s coming from some obnoxiously bright candy Toki is consuming.

“Damn it, Toki, that stuff stinks!” I yell.

Toki looks at me, bewildered, but puts the candy away as I grab the room’s waste basket and start heaving.

I catch Murderface reaching out to pull my hair back but he stops himself. The other guys could see him caring if he did it so he won't. I'm torn between being revealed and annoyed.
God, just let this stupid meeting end soon.

Charles doesn't even blink as I puke. He just keeps right on going with the meeting. (I guess us barfing is so common it doesn't even surprise him anymore.)

I finish emptying my guts into the waste basket, then sit there, my head pressed against the table top, feeling like shit warmed over.

Charles turns to me at this point and says, “I have some good news for you, Nathan.”

I lift my head off the table to look at him.

“Seems your sponsor has come out with three new flavors of Explosion Sauce. I sent a Dethkopter out this morning to pick up samples for you to taste.”

This news does actually make me kinda happy. Explosion Sauce is awesome.

“When will it get here?” I ask.

“The shipment is scheduled to arrive back at Mordhaus at five today.”

“Cool.”

The meeting eventually ends and I rush out, heading back to bed, when Murderface grabs my arm and pulls me into a hallway nook.

“Hey,“ he murmurs, running his hand down my back.

“Hey,“ I answer back wearily.

He bends forward and kisses my check gently. “Ready to go?” he asks. I shake my head. “Still not feeling real good. I'm heading back to bed,” I explain.

He looks at me sadly, obviously trying to hide being disappointed. “Yeah, sure. We can do stuff later,” he says. I feel guilty. Did I promise to do something together today? I hate feeling guilty. I take it out on him.

“God why are you being so clingy today? It's pathetic!” I snap.

He looks at me his eyes narrowing into angry slits. “Fuck you Nathan!!” he screams. “Why don't I just go kill myself? Would that make you fucking happy? I couldn't be clingy and pathetic anymore if I were dead, could I?!” He stomps off.

Crap, he's throwing a tantrum. I should probably go after him and smooth things out, but I just don't have the energy right now. I grab my recorder. “Note to self: make up with Murderface, then have brutal make up sex.” I head to my room and crawl back into bed. I'll deal with shit later, I think as I drift off to sleep.
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