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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:NC-17
Summary: Charles is feeling mean. Nathan is feeling something else ~ ~ ~
Warnings: Sweet blow-jobby metal. Lamp death. At last!
Author’s Note: Do you ever just wake up at like 8 in the morning then what seems like ten minutes later it’s noon? Or 2 PM. And you have no idea what the hell happened? I hate when that happens.

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Nathan was pretty sure his head exploded. Or he was hearing things…He looked at his manager’s face, searching for the joke, but Charles didn’t joke. Ever. The singer cleared his throat, steadying himself against the desk.

“You offering?” Nathan smirked, pleased with himself that he said something at least half clever.

Charles only gave Nathan a smug look before slipping to his knees, clawing at blue-jeans as he went. Now this was a position Charles had wanted to get himself into for years with Nathan. It was certainly different from how he’d envisioned it: Nathan forcing him to his knees, making him submit. Different, but not bad. Not bad by any means.

Nimble fingers made quick work of the button, but took their time pulling the zipper down tooth-by-tooth. He’d briefly thought about using his teeth to pull it down, but that was more trouble than it was worth, and probably a move Nathan had seen plenty of times over the years. A few quick tugs and the jeans were half-way down Nathan’s stalwart thighs, hard-on exposed, leaking slightly.

Oh did Nathan ever feel nervous; palms sweaty against the expensive desk, knees wanting to buckle under him. So not metal. He wasn’t some goddamn teenager getting head for the first time, but fuck!

“Well, I guess this won’t be answering the age old question: boxers or briefs.” Charles said with a smirk as he rolled up his shirt sleeves, suit jacket abandoned hours earlier. It figured Nathan went commando.

“Yeah well…I only wear underwear like siiixty--! Holy shit!” Nathan’s arm flew out and knocked one of the lamps off the desk as Charles hot tongue swiped across the head of his cock making his whole body jerk. “A little warn—naaahg!”

Charles let his teeth lightly graze the singer’s erection as he took the head into his mouth, slightly bristled when he heard the crash. ‘Another of my good lamps. Ah well…Suppose Nathan should pay for it…’ He smirked around Nathan the best he could, taking half of the rigid length into his mouth before feeling a nervous hand thread through his hair. Charles figured he’d be pushed down and opened his throat, only to have the hand tug his hair in the opposite direction.

Well, this was certainly odd. Hazel eyes met green and Charles was suddenly feeling very foolish. Here he was in his office, on his knees, and he’d just had his client’s cock in his mouth. A very straight client who had no doubt just realized how absurd this was and wanted to stop. Of course he wanted to stop, why else would he pull him off like that? Charles felt like a blundering ignoramus. An imbecile! An addlebrained idi—

“Hey…”

Nathan’s gravelly voice stopped the kneeling CFO from berating himself further. He felt his skin prickle with panic and nervousness. God did he hope none of it showed on his face. And he prayed his face wasn’t candy-apple red.

“Uhhh…” Nathan wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself. Charles looked so…weird. “I, uh…”

Charles knew what was coming now. He conjured up one of his fake smiles. No need for Nathan to feel as stupid as he did.

“Lemme just…” The front-man didn’t really know how to ask for things, he usually just did them. So that’s what he did: Nathan let go of Charles’ hair and brought both hands to his manager’s face, hesitantly removing the black-framed glasses. “Sorry I just…I wanted to see your…eyes…”

Nathan’s upper body turned away for a moment and Charles heard the soft click of his glasses being put down on the desk. This was certainly a night for surprises. Charles mentally kicked himself for thinking he could predict Nathan Explosion’s actions and took the singer back into his mouth slowly, gingerly, letting himself enjoy the taste as he let out a small moan.

The front-man was taken off-guard again, groaning louder than he’d meant to. He grabbed Charles by the hair again, this time pushing his manager down on his cock. Fuck that…that was good. His hips bucked and he had to resist the urge to just throat fuck his manager. He didn’t want to like…hurt the guy.

Charles managed to take Nathan’s entire cock into his throat. Which was no small feat; calling the man average would be beyond insulting. Coarse hair scratched at his nose and Charles let himself moan again, louder. No matter what happened five or six minutes from now, he was going to let himself just enjoy, for once.

The manager licked the underside of the singer’s cock, drawing his head back and gripping the base with one hand, placing the other tentatively on Nathan’s hip. He bobbed his head a few times, then pulled off with a loud pop. Charles swirled his tongue over the head, green eyes watching in fascination.

Nathan gripped the edge of the desk again, knuckles white. He watched as his cock passed between those lips, glistening now, moving faster, so different from the tight line Charles usually kept them in. Watched as a wet tongue lapped at the head of his cock, sending knee-buckling sensations though his body. “God, Charles…” If his manager kept that up, this would be over quicker than his fist hand-job.

Oh…that sounded nice. Nathan saying his name, voice thick and heavy with desire. Charles felt his pants becoming tight and fought off the urge to grab himself; this wasn’t about him right now. Ah, but when was it ever?

Charles jerked the front-man a few times before taking him all the way into his throat again. He wanted to savor the heavy feeling of that cock in his mouth for as long as possible. The hand in his hair tightened and Charles moaned, bobbing his head slowly, his gaze never faltering from Nathan’s.

Fuck Charles was good…too good. Way too good. And his eyes were way too fucking sexy. No wonder he wore those glasses. He’d never get anything done if people saw those eyes. “Fuck!” His hips snapped and Charles’ eyes fluttered shut for a moment. It was all too much.

“Hey, I heard schomething fall in here. You guysch having another lamp meet— OH MY GOD!” Murderface barged in, a horrified look coming over his face as he saw what was going on in the office.

Nathan’s blood ran cold, but Charles seemed unphased, mouth still working his cock. The front-man and Murderface stared at each other slack-jawed for a moment. “GET THE FUCK OUT!” Nathan bellowed, voice dark and dangerous. He picked up the other expensive lamp from the far side of the desk and flung it at the bass player, nailing him square in the nose.

“OWW! YOU ASSCHOLE!” Murderface screamed as he fell out of the room, hand catching on the door, inadvertently shutting it.

Charles pulled off again, grinning. “Nathan…that was my other good lamp.”

The front-man scowled, trying to get his heart rate back under control. “He…he deserved it!”

The CFO just chuckled, taking Nathan’s throbbing cock back into his throat. He was determined to finish off the singer before someone else had a chance to barge in on them again. Strong fingers once again threaded themselves into his hair, tugging, pushing. Charles sucked as hard as he could, moaning around his mouthful as he tasted a droplet of bitter-saltiness.

Nathan tossed his head back, hips jerking against his will, and he knew he wouldn’t be lasting another minute as his manager’s hot mouth worked him. His breathing became uneven and he forced himself to look at what Charles was doing to him. “Lo-look at me!”

Charles looked up, noting the look in those green eyes: Nathan was going to blow any second now. He pulled back, focusing all his attentions on the tip, sucking, swirling. He moved his hand from the singer’s hip down to his balls and fondle them roughly, all while keeping his eyes locked with Nathan’s.

The front-man tossed his head back again and gave a throaty groan as he came into Charles’s mouth. His entire body went slack, hand falling out of short brown hair as his manager sucked up every drop that he gave him. Nathan watched, vision a little fuzzy as the smaller man cleaned him up with his mouth, then put his soft cock back into his pants and stood with a smirk.

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A/N: Part four will be the last of this story and please let me know if you enjoyed this. Feedback feeds authors and fed authors can typically write more. Y'know, cause they've not starved to death.
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