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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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Chapter 11 Down in flames
told by Murderface

4:10 pm

After getting kicked out of a few other places; I wind up in the bar where Nathan and I had our first fuck session. I soon realize coming here was a huge mistake, as my mind keeps wandering back to that night.

We had come in with the rest of the guys, drunk off our asses, gotten even drunker, and then Nathan and I had wound up in the bathroom at the same time. He'd been walking over to the sink when he slipped, without thinking I spun around from the urinal I was using and caught him before he could hit the floor.

“Thanks.” He grunted, clutching tight to me as he firmly planted his feet under him, righting himself. Once standing, Nathan looked at me not bothering to release me or pull away “You’re…uhh…always doing that you know.”

“Doing what?” I asked

“Catching me...saving my ass...like In that trust circle thing Twinkletits made us do. You were the one who caught me.”

“He told me to.” I answered embarrassed.

Nathan shrugged “You still could of, you know, dropped me or refused. You were also the one who leapt in front of the gun that crazy chick was firing at my groin at that one concert.”

“Scho?”

“So...I just...I never thanked you and I wanted to and stuff...but I have kinda a hard time expressing myself sometimes”

I started blushing; pleased to be getting praise, especially from Nathan. He pressed a little closer against me and I realized I was still hanging out of my pants.

I had never gotten around to putting my dick away between using the urinal and turning to catch him. Not that Nathan hadn't seen my hog before, but with him still holding on to me, it was kinda embarrassing. I started to pull away tucking myself back in when he grabbed my wrist.

“Don't.” He growled into my ear as he let his hand run down my arm taking hold of my cock. Slowly, he started moving his fingers up and down my length.

“Schit what are you doing? I asked

“Trying to express myself. Do you want me to stop?”

I started to panic slightly. was this some kinda sick joke? Like when Nathan had gotten hold of the fire crackers and had assaulted me with the dam things all day long.

“You don't want me…you fuck shcuper models for pish schake why are you...? Ahhh” I gasped as his grip tightened around my cock.

“I want you Murderface.” Nathan growled softly, pressing closer against me so I could feel the bulge in the crotch of his jeans.

The gayness of it was almost unbearable. I was standing in a bar bathroom for shit's sake, growing harder by the second from Nathan touching me.

I can't do this I don't like guys part of my mind screamed.

Yeah right who are you trying to fool? Another part of my mind argued. I found myself agreeing with the later half of my brain as Nathan's touch was slow driving me insane. (Besides it doesn't count if you’re drunk right?)

“Don't schtop.” I groaned.

Nathan had a feral smile as he pressed me back against the wall. His mouth attacked mine, biting and sucking at my lips, the while he continued to stroke my cock harder and faster.

Eventually he pulled his mouth away from mine causing me to whimper slightly. Chuckling softly, he sank down on his knees in front of me moving his mouth to my groin. “Nathan your not gonna...” I whispered then gasped as he moved his mouth over my cock (apparently he was).

I cried out as he teased the head of my of my cock with his tongue and fell back against the wall praying my legs wouldn't give way. Nathan started to suck me lightly at first, then harder and faster.
His mouth was hot and wet and amazing. He started to moan around my cock, the vibrations sent me into overload. “Nathan…schit Nathan I'm gonna...” I lost it then, cuming hard into his mouth, shaking and gasping. I started to slide to the floor but Nathan caught me, pulled me close and kissed me softly.

“Scho you caught me thish time.” I gasped as I laid my head against his shoulder. Nathan smiled at me and kissed me again. I wrapped my arms around his neck returning the kiss hard then pushed him on his back moving my fingers to the zipper of his pants. I opened his fly, pulling out his hardened cock, stroking it.

“Oh fuck yeah Murderface.” Nathan groaned as I started stroking harder and faster. His eyes closed and his breathing became shallower; encouraged I decided to try something I liked chicks to do to me.
I slid his pants down, then moved the middle and pointer finger of my free hand into my mouth, made sure they were well coated with saliva, then moved them slowly and gently into Nathan's ass. His eyes popped open and he looked at me with an expression of shock, which soon turned to a look of pure pleasure as my exploring fingers found the lump of his prostate.

Nathan squirmed and panted “Yes. Fuck yes.” he moaned deeply. He was so beautiful; flushed and panting, his black hair spread across the floor like dark water, his emerald green eyes filled with desire and lust. I continued to finger his ass enjoying the tight warm sensation, while still stroking his weeping erection. It wasn't long before he tensed up; griping my fingers inside him so tight it was almost painful then, came hard all over my hand.

It was at that point a completely wasted Pickles stumbled in and fell head first into the toilet and started spewing. “Heeeyyyyy what are you...bleech…what are yoooou two dooing on da floor?” He asked in between spurts of sickness.

Nathan got up and fastened his pants “Uhhhh.

“I had too musch to drink, fell during pee pee time and knocked Nate down.” I supplied

“Oh oooooookkkayy den…blech!!”

Nathan and I quickly cleaned up and headed out to where the other guys were as if nothing had happened.

I had figured that night would be a one time thing; we were drunk, it would just be one of those things that happened that we would never talk about again; but the next day Nathan came to my room. “Hey Murderface, you…uh…know what we did the other night.... do you want to do it again?”

That what started the best two months of my life. Now I'm in the same dam bar where IT started; downing booze on Valentines Day, by myself. Shit could I get any more pathetic?

“Do you think you might have had enough?” the bartender asks me after a dozen drinks or so. This woman looks like something Skwisgaar would bring home with wrinkled skin that hangs loosely off her like elephant hide. “Whatchs it to you wrinkled titsch?” I snarl “I'm paying scho just keep pouring the drinksh.”

The bartender glares at me and summons a big ass bouncer with a huge fucking muscular frame, like some kinda body builder.

“It's time to go” the guy tells me.

I know someone smart would just walk away but this is me drunk. I get a few punches in but ultimately my ass is handed to me when I try to fight him.

Right before I pass out I do manage to piss on his shoes though.

4:35pm
I wake up in a jail cell mercifully alone my head throbbing “Oh, your awake finally.” a disgustingly cheerful voice calls out. I watch as a blonde haired police woman wanders over to my cell with some Advil and water “Thought you could use this Mr. Murderface.” She says handing me the glass of water and some pills through the bars. I take them. “Boys didn't recognize ya when you came in, but I knew you from your picture so I made sure your manager was contacted right away. Not standard procedure but your not exactly anyone.” She says.

“You recognized my picture? You a fan?” I ask. She’s not half bad looking and I sure as hell wouldn’t mind hearing she’s a fan of mine.

“Oh I love Dethklok’s music. Who doesn't? But, honestly it's my son who has posters of you all over his bedroom.” She explains pulling out a picture of a pimply fifteen year old. (What the hell is up with teenage boys wanting me?)

A Klokateer soon comes in to settle the bail and escort me out to the Dethkopter.

Aboard the chopper, I wander around feeling anxious about going back to Mordhouse and dealing with Nathan. Why the hell did Nathan invite me out on a valentine date then ditch? I was looking forward to seeing him get all excited over the candles and stars (he will never admit it but Nathan kinda likes romantic shit). I can't figure out just what I did to fuck things up. Maybe I didn't do anything wrong, maybe the inevitable has happened and Nathan has just gotten tired of fat, ugly, smelly, fucked up me.

I'm worthless why would he want me? My chest tightens it hurts, this feeling of rejection hurts. Why did I let Nathan touch me? Why did I let myself think he wanted me even for a moment? I knew this would happen so why does it hurt so badly? This pain is overwhelming. I want to scream and cry and curl up somewhere and die so I won't feel anymore. It’s too much to bear.

I finger my knife's edge, I need it, using it on myself won't take away the pain but it will make it more manageable. I duck into the next room which winds up being the cargo bay. I take the knife and cut my self again and again because the physical pain is a hundred times better than these feelings; it's a hundred times easier to take.

Blood runs down my arm and a sense of calm washes over me-until I look up.

Giant crates marked Explosion sauce, all bearing Nathan's stupid beautiful face surround me.

Furious I kick one of the crates sending it crashing against the floor, dozens of sauce filled bottles go scattering all over the cargo room. I start picking up bottles, hurling them against the walls and ground, the room is quickly covered in the thick red sauce and I sink to the floor almost tantrumed out.

I take one last bottle and chuck it as hard as I can across the cargo bay, it hits the control panel to the outer cargo doors breaking and leaking into the panel. Sparks and smoke start pouring out of the panel and the next thing I know, half the dam cargo room is on fire. I guess explosion sauce is highly flammable (who knew); everything quickly goes up in flames.

I stand there watching as it all burns down.
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