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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: I love tea. And David Bowie. Neither of these things have anything to do with this fic.

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“So, how ah, was it, Nathan?” Charles asked, his back turned to the recovering singer. He slipped his glasses back on, more than a little proud he’d turned Nathan Explosion into a gasping mess.

“B-best head…ever.”

Charles smiled to himself, albeit sadly. “Yes well, they always say men give better head.”

Nathan straightened, grabbing Charles’ wrist, making the smaller man face him. “This…wasn’t about that…”

“I, uh…don’t…understand, Nathan.” He couldn’t possibly…Of course not. Nathan could have whoever he wanted. This was just some experiment; there had certainly been weirder ones in Mordhaus.

Nathan frowned, thinking. How was he supposed to tell Charles this wasn’t about some guy blowing him, but Charles blowing him without it sounding totally…lame? “I…Charles this…Oh screw it!” He grabbed his manager by the shoulders, yanked him close, and kissed him on the mouth. It was a little weird, at least until Charles relaxed into his body and started kissing back, then it was awesome.

Charles’ trousers were starting to get very, very uncomfortable as the singer’s lips pressed against his. He wrapped his arms around Nathan’s neck, standing on his toes slightly so the front-man didn’t have to stoop. A strong thigh wedged itself between his legs and a hand moved from his shoulder to cup his ass. God Nathan was…licentious.

A throaty moan escaped the CFO’s lips as the front-man yanked him closer. Nathan wasted no time thrusting his tongue between his manager’s now parted lips. He could feel that Charles was hard against his leg and a flash of dizzying relief shot through the singer’s body, happy that he wasn’t the only one that thought his was hot as hell. The front-man brought a hand around to grab the CFO’s bulge, breaking the kiss and leaving Charles panting. “That’s um…a pretty impressive package you got there.”

Charles let out a breathy laugh. “Yes well…I find you quite impressive, Nathan.”

The front-man cocked his head to the side, slightly confused. “Does that mean you like…like me or something?”

“Or something…” Charles said teasingly, pulling Nathan back in for another long kiss.

Nathan wanted to ask what the hell that was supposed to mean, but found himself unable to resist that mouth against his, that tongue against his. And that erection pressing into his leg…He should probably do something about that.

The singer started pushing Charles back, tugging at the now completely rumpled dress shirt until he could run his hands against that hard body. He broke the kiss again, smirking at his manager’s glazed over eyes before he ripped the shirt open, buttons bouncing all over the room. “Damn…I had no idea you had such a hot bod under that stuffy suit…”

Charles gave the front-man a soft smile. “My suit isn’t stuffy.” ‘But it is thoroughly ruined.’

“Yeah, whatever.” Nathan gave his manager a nipping kiss before roughly pushing him into the overstuffed leather chair nearest the door. The front-man got down on his knees, hands hesitatingly slightly as they hovered over Charles’ belt buckle.

“Nathan…You…you don’t have to do that…” Charles brought a hand to the singer’s cheek, smiling at him. He never expected that Nathan would…reciprocate.

The front-man scowled, hastily unbuckling and yanking the fly on the slacks down. “I know I don’t have to. I want to.” Nathan said, sounding a bit like a petulant child. “I just…I don’t wanna…fuck up.”

A small blush crept across the CFO’s cheeks; Nathan could be so sweet, in his own brutal way. He brushed the hair out of the singer’s face. “Just go slow and watch your teeth, Nathan.”

Nathan bit his lip slightly, eying Charles’ straining cock through the thin fabric of his boxer-briefs. His hands felt clammy again. ‘So not metal’, the singer thought to himself as he stuffed his nervousness down enough to hook his fingers into the waistband of his manager’s shorts and slowly slide them down.

Charles gave a soft moan as his erection was finally freed. The soft tap of boots on stone in the hallway jolted him slightly, and while the CFO figured it was a Klokateer, he’d rather be safe than sorry. “Na-Nathan wait!”

The front-man frowned, wondering if he’d fucked up somehow already. “What?” No way was Charles having second thoughts…right?

“Just…lock the door. I don’t have any more good lamps for you to break if, ah someone decides to show up again.” The CFO said a little sheepishly. Even he was feeling nervous. Extremely nervous. Here was the most powerful singer in the world, kneeling between his legs about to give him oral sex.

The front-man was about to protest until the scene with Murderface flashed through is mind. Maybe Charles had a point… “Yeah…okay.” Nathan stood, legs a little shaky and locked the door. As he stepped back to kneel down, he took in the sight of his manager: Charles was flushed, shirt ripped open with his red tie askew, cock leaking, and fingers digging into the arms of the leather chair. “Metal…”

Charles chuckled softly, threading his fingers through black hair as the front-man gripped his thighs. He took a sharp breath, a warm hand wrapping around his cock. Oh god…Charles had to bite his lip to keep from crying out as a hot tongue swiped across the tip, his fingers digging into the arm of the chair until they were white.

Nathan looked up, nervousness starting to drain away at the sight of Charles with his eyes squeezed shut, hair hanging loose in his face. Then the red tie caught his sight and the singer grabbed it impulsively and yanked his manager down to kiss him.

The CFO almost yelped as he was yanked down for an awkward and crushing kiss that ended much too soon in his opinion. The front-man smirked up at him before taking the head of cock into his mouth. It figured now would be when Nathan was his usual assertive and forceful self.

Gaining more confidence with every moan and whimper Charles gave him, the front-man took half of his manager’s cock into his mouth, sucking carefully, being mindful of his teeth. The hand in his hair kept a light grip, even as Charles’ other one was leaving marks in the leather of the chair. He took his time, tongue swirling over the velvety head before going down on Charles a little more.

Charles tossed his head to the side, glasses crooked and pressing into his nose uncomfortably, but he didn’t dare move as Nathan’s hot mouth worked him. It had been…well, Charles couldn’t remember to save his life how long it had been since someone had done this for him. ‘Far, far too long,’ he thought as his hips jerked against his will, slightly gagging the singer. Oh god, no! Charles felt dread spread through his body, but Nathan…Nathan just kept going, not paying it any mind.

Damn, Charles made this look easy, but Nathan was determined. He kept a hand wrapped around the base, twisting it slightly as he took the rest of the cock into his mouth. Charles kept tossing his head back and forth, eyes shut tight; Nathan wanted to be able to look into those hazel eyes. He pulled off, giving his manager a few slow jerks and felt oddly clumsy. “Look at me, Charles.” The front-man said, voice deep and commanding.

The CFO gasped, watching as Nathan licked the underside of his cock from base to tip, then took him in again. All the way in. And fuck! Both of Charles hands flew to the singer’s head, weaving through long black hair as he was deep-throated. “Oh god! Nathan!” He struggled to look at Nathan, green eyes smoldering.

The front-man gagged again, pulling back suddenly, only to take half his manager’s cock in again. He felt his teeth graze lightly, but that only seemed to get Charles off more.

“Na-Nathan!” The CFO’s fingers tightened in the singer’s hair, feeling his stomach start to clench. “Nathan, I’m gonna!”

Nathan pulled back suddenly, sputtering as his manager’s hips jerked up and his mouth was suddenly filled with a salty, bitter fluid. Without thinking, he swallowed Charles’ cum, a few last spurts hitting him in the face. He took a few deep breaths, looking up at the panting his mess that was his manager. “Damn…that’s a lot harder than I thought it’d be…” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Charles sighed deeply, smiling as he tried to get his heart rate back in order. “I told you to take it slow.”

“How the hell did you…How’d you get me all the way in…?” Nathan asked, feeling a blush creep across his cheeks.

“A lot of practice.” Charles said, untangling his hands from the singer’s hair.

“Would you be willing to…give me lessons?” Nathan grinned.

A wide grin spread over Charles’ face. “I think I can pencil you in.” He sat forward, taking the singer’s face into his hands, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips.
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