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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 4 -Valentines day is dildos
Told by Skwisgaar

11:00 am
I wake up to a raging hard on and images of blue eyes fogging my brain from the dream I was having.

Sighing, I give into a guilty pleasure I've been indulging in far too often recently. I move my hand between my legs, touching myself, imagining it's the owner of those blue eyes touching me, that his lips are on my cock, that his dick is inside of me, riding me hard.

“Toki”

His name escapes my lips as I cum hard all over my fur comforter.

I have to stop doing this. Toki's my…well I'll never tell him, but he's my friend...my best friend. I can't keep having these kinds of thoughts about him.

I get up and head to the shower unconcerned with the mess. I know one of the klokateers will have my comforter cleaned and back to me by tonight. I glance at the calendar it’s 2-14

Fuck! I hate Valentines Day!

Valentines Day, Valentinsdag, Alla hjärtans da, whatever you call it, it's dildos. It's a day of false declarations of devotion, wrapped in tacky decorations. A chance to lure the naive into your bed after bleeding their wallets dry.

Of course my Mother enjoyed celebrating the holiday to no end. Every February our house was filled with gifts from men- the rooms with flowers, our larder with chocolate, and her jewelry box with diamonds.

And, every year the former Miss Sweden's bed was full of those “men,” clamoring around her like dogs around a bitch in heat; each jumping for the chance to rut the slut.

The sounds of those annual, month long orgies, her screams of pleasure and her soon broken promises to be faithful still haunt my mind.

Mind you, I don't have any delusions that I am any less a slut than my mother. I lost track of the number of people I have bedded long ago, but at least I’m honest. I have never promised anyone anything but a night or two of pleasure, no spouse ever came home to find me in bed with another, no hearts were ever broken by me intentionally.

I refuse to ever celebrate that holiday. I refuse to ever fully be her.

1:00pm

I sit here at the meeting and try to forget it's the 14th of February as I pick out riffs on my guitar, paying little attention to Charles. I feel my phone vibrate, reaching into my pocket I fish it out to see whose texting me. It's Toki- happy Alla hjärtans da, he's texted me.

Leave it to Toki to bring up the dildo holiday I am trying not to think about.

-Alla hjärtans da is dildos. I text him

I get another text- I made you a valentine it's real cool!

Oh for the love of Odin – whys??? -I text

-because it's alla hjärtans da. I makes one for everyone. - He answers

-You is such a lady Toki- I send him

-Do you wants to hangs out today? I get back

I pause, I can picture those sky blue eyes gazed over with lust, that perfectly sculpted body under mine, his full lips screaming my name as I fuck him. If we spend Valentines Day together I could probably lure him into my bed.

I banish the thoughts away. Toki's no skank. I will not use him like one.

-Whys would I hang out withs a lady like you? I text him.

-I is no lady you is lady Skwisgaar big mean lady who is too stupid to appreciate when someone cares and tries to be nice, so you can just go to hell. He replies.

I watch as he closes his phone and slumps down in his chair.

I hate Valentines Day!
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