The Joys of Married Love | By : varenoea Category: +M through R > Metalocalypse > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2490 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Skwisgaar doesn’t come home that night, only on the next, close to midnight. He has been out on the town since the visit to Tapwater. He finds Toki awake on his bed. Toki, in clothing, on Skwisgaar’s bed. There will be blood.
But then he walks around the prone body. Toki has his head on his arms, looking up at him sideways. The left side of his jaw is purple and bruised. He looks like a dog that got kicked.
It takes a while before any of them begins to speak.
“I’s sorry”, whispers Toki. “It was wrong.”
“You bets. Dumb dildos, you. Why? Why you lieds about it?”
Toki shrugs. It takes him long to answer. “I guess… I likes being marrieds to you.”
“We didn’ts fuck, dis we?”
Toki shakes his head.
Skwisgaar turns without another word and walks into his bathroom. Five minutes later, he is back from a badly-needed shower and has put on his black pyjama.
“You stills mad at mes?” asks Toki in a low voice. He hasn’t moved from the bed.
“Pft. Idiot. Of course. Yous blow our only chance to get divorceds, and why? Consummateds. My ass. It’s my fucking lifes. You force mes to be marrieds wit’ you. Fucking idiot.”
Toki flicks his tongue over his dry lips a few times. “But we’s still livingk like before.”
“So what?”
There is silence for another minute.
“Okay. I wants sleep now, goes and fucks off to your room.”
Toki sits up silently. Then he inquires, one last time: “You t’inks it’s bad to haves me belong to you?”
Skwisgaar rolls his eyes. “We belongs together as it is, dildoes. We belongs togethers in a band.”
Toki swallows and gets up. His voice trembles only the slightest bit when he speaks. “Yeah, but I thought I can gets someone I can belongs to in a family. I’m nots getting marrieds ever again, you knows, and you’s de only one I wants to be marrieds with.”
Skwisgaar isn’t made of stone. He finally gets the gist. “Toki. Toki, I understands now. You… you wants a family. Like brothers. But you can’ts gets a brother by marrying a guys.”
“I knows. I knows what marriaging is. I knows everyt’ing abouts it. My fathers was a priest.”
Skwisgaar leans forward slyly. “Den you know marriage is alls abouts sex?”
Toki doesn’t make a sound or a motion, he just swallows.
There is more silence.
Skwisgaar stares at the floor, thinking. When he lifts his gaze, he is fuming. “I’m not fuckingks you, you baby faggot! Get the fuck outs!”
Toki doesn’t move. His shoulders are hanging down, and he swallows again.
“Dis is dildoes! You’s not hot for me, you ain’ts! You gots a case of hero worship. You don’t knows what man sex is abouts! You don’ts wants it, trusts me, you don’ts! You don’ts knows what’s good for you!”
Toki takes all the words like whip lashes.
“Now are yous fucking off to your room or what?”
“Don’t talks to me likes a child.”
“But yous are!” Skwisgaar’s anger is slowly draining away. He walks up to Toki and looks down on the hanging brown hair. “You’s a child, and you’s not gay. Yous just gots it all wrong.”
Toki turns his head upward. “Fucks you”, he says, and presses his lips on Skwisgaar’s. With surprising determination, he pries his tongue between Skwisgaar’s lips and gets himself a taste of the other man’s mouth.
A second later he jumps back, squeaking in pain. Skwisgaar, a little blood on his lips, is towering over him. His pretty nostrils are flaring. “Gets out. Now. Fucking asshole. FUCKS OFF BEFORE I KILLS YOU!”
Toki, holding his jaw and wiggling his injured tongue, whines and backs off against the wall. His eyes are flashing, with want, with anger, with hurt.
Skwisgaar grabs him by the arm and throws him out of the door. It slams shut behind Toki.
Toki’s knees are weak. He becomes aware of the throbbing in his jaw again, made even worse by the stinging bite marks in his tongue. But he’s most afraid of what will happen now. Is Skwisgaar ever going to forgive him for this?
He goes to his room, has a look at his tongue in the mirror and decides that he needs to lie down. He’s asleep before he has hit the mattress.
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