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Breaking Lamps II	By : LuciferxDamien Category: +M through R > Metalocalypse > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1385 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Metalocalypse, and I do not make any money from these writings.

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Rating: PG-13, F-bomb! A lot.
Summary: And then there was awkward!
Warnings: Swearing! Awkwardness! Awww.
Author’s Note: And then! There was a part two!

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Ten minutes after Nathan managed to stand properly again, he found himself in front of that familiar brown door, shut but never locked. And he just stood there, staring at the door for like five minutes, not knowing what in the hell he was doing. What was he supposed to do? Go in there and say, ‘Hey Charlie! I’m curious what it would feel like for you to blow me, you game?’

Yeah, right. Cause that’d just go so well.

Nathan would have stayed out in the hall for another ten minutes had Charles not opened the door and invited him in. He was like a…fucking Jedi or something, always knowing what was going on like that.

“Nathan, there’s no need to stand in the hall. Please come in and have a seat.” The mild-mannered CFO showed the nervous singer in, waiting for him to sit before going back around to the other side of his desk. “If you uh, don’t mind, I’d like to finish up one last small matter of business, and then I’m all yours for the night.”

Nathan’s head shot up, eyes wide. ‘Fuck! Does he know?! He…fuck! He probably knows. Fucking knows everything.’ “Uhmm…What? All mine…? Huh?”

Charles eyed the singer warily, though it wasn’t exactly unheard of for a member of Dethklok to ignore him. “Ah…There’s just some work I’d like to finish real quick, and then I’m all yours, Nathan.”

Nathan quirked an eyebrow. ‘All mine, huh?’ “Oh yeah, uh, sure…” The front-man felt even dumber, not sure what to do as he sat there. He could twiddle his thumbs, but he didn’t really want to look even more nervous than he already was. God this was such a stupid idea, he had no clue why he thought this was going to work in the first place.

Almost twenty minutes later, Charles closed his laptop and stretched his arms with a soft sigh. “Alright, Nathan. I’m all yours now.” He let a mischievous smile play on his lips.

…Okay, now what was just unfair. That…those lips…Nathan bit his lip and looked down at his boots, noting the pattern on the carpet, anything to take his mind off those lips.

Charles raised an eyebrow. This was certainly new, Nathan being quiet. Eerily quiet. “Uh…Nathan?”

The front-man snapped his head back up, making the mistake of looking Charles in the eye. “Uhhh, wha-what?”

Charles couldn’t help a soft smile. “Is there something you need, Nathan? You were standing outside my door for nearly five minutes. Clearly something must, ah…be bothering you?”

“Ummm…Well…It-it’s about last week, y’know, when we crashed that totally lame Sober Town concert.” Nathan said, gaze traveling from hazel eyes to almost colorless lips, staring. Oh god he was staring and he couldn’t stop. And he didn’t care that he couldn’t stop.

A small chuckle came from Charles. “Yes, I remember. I also remember advising you all to stay away from that. But, uh…I suppose it could have gone worse. At least no one was killed…by you boys. ” Charles realized Nathan was no longer looking at his eyes, but what was he staring at?

Nathan did his best not become slack-jawed as he stared. “Oh yeah…No one killed…” He sucked in a sharp breath. “That’s uh…not really what’s been bothering me…”

“Oh? Are you worried about the band breaking up or something…?”

“Huh? Oh, no, no…Nothing like…that…” Nathan bit his lip again, forcing himself to make eye contact with his manager. He’d never really noticed Charles’ eyes before…they weren’t as plain as he’d thought they’d be. They were kinda nice, even through those square-ish glasses.

“So then, uh…what is bothering you?”

Nathan sighed, closing his eyes tightly. This was a bad idea, a really, really bad idea… “Uhmm…You know what? It’s nothing…I should uh…just…go now…”

The singer got up to leave, but Charles was there, grabbing his arm before Nathan could even take one step toward the door.

“Nathan, clearly something is bothering you. You’ve been sighing all week and avoiding me. So, why not sit down and we can, uh…talk about it?”

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! Why’d he have to go and grab him like that! Nathan felt himself getting hard again. This was bad. Really, REALLY bad. “No…no I…should totally just go.” He tried to pull away, turn away, ANYTHING so that his manager wouldn’t see his pants sticking out.

“Nathan! What is going…on…” Charles turned the front-man, getting an eyeful of just what was going on. Well, this was intriguing. Awkward sure, but…intriguing.

Nathan watched in horror as his manager’s eyebrow raised and a slow smile, the likes of which he’d never seen before, spread across his face. It was scary, it was new…It was turning him on even more. “I-I uh…This isn’t what it looks like!” Nathan tried to pull away again, make a break for it, get out the door…throw himself out the window at this point. He was so embarrassed he didn’t care what floor this was.

Charles watched Nathan panic, trying not to enjoy it. Too much, at least. It was nice to see the larger man squirm in awkwardness for a change. Yes, it was nice indeed to see Nathan uncomfortable. Just the opportunity Charles had been waiting for.

With a razor-sharp look into soft emerald eyes, Charles sat the front-man down on the edge of his desk, keeping a firm hand on his shoulder. Oh no, Nathan wasn’t going to get away. Charles may have felt a little vindictive, but Nathan was due his just desserts.

Charles chuckled. So maybe he was feeling more than a little vindictive. “Now Nathan…” He dug his fingers into the black-clad shoulder when the singer tried to slip away again. “Nathan, would you please tell me what has been bothering you?” He spoke slowly on purpose, slipping his hand down to Nathan’s chest, no longer feeling he was a flight risk.

“Ch-Charles…” God what the fuck! Why was Charles doing that?! Nathan tried not to bite a hole through his lip as he forced himself to look at his manager again, thankful for the long back strands that hung in his face. “I…I…” He gripped the edge of the desk with white knuckles. ‘I want you to suck me off now?’

No…Bad. This was bad…Badder than the baddest bad times infinity. He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs and break something.

The CFO moved between Nathan’s muscular thighs, seeming so confident, so at home. So right. “Nathan.” Charles tone was lower than normal, sultry even. “I’m your manager. I need to know what has you so…perturbed.” His fingers traced a path to one jean covered thigh.

“Pert…?” Nathan clamped his jaw shut, scowling; it probably meant something to do with bothered, or so he hoped. What the fuck was wrong with him? He was Nathan Explosion, front-man of Dethklok! Not some dildo-licking sissy. Nathan managed to open his mouth before he lost his will again. “Look, Pickles was showing us through L.A. and…he…” He lost his nerve again, dropping his head, hair cascading over his face. Nathan watched a thin finger trace circles over his thigh. Fuck Charles was a tease. “Pickles said some dude sucked him off in an alley.” Nathan hoped his head wouldn’t explode from that confession; his face definitely felt hot enough it might.

“I see…” Charles thought for a moment finger trailing circles lower, to the singer’s inner thigh, tracing the seam of the jeans up to Nathan’s bulge. “Well, would you like to try it with another guy, Nathan?”

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A/N: I FINALLY CONVERTED MY BELURVED RENARU TO THE METALOCALYPSE SIDE! AFTER SIX MONTHS! Fuggin’ shoulda made her watch Snakes ‘N Barrels or something… =X I TOLD YOU THE SHOW WAS FUNNY, WOMAN! ilu~ /Licks Renny-peapod-pie.
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