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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 5 Of course it all goes to shit
Told by Murderface

4am

“You shouldn't fall asleep in the hot tub…umm…you could drown.”

I open my eyes slowly to find Nathan’s green eyes peering down at me (Not a bad sight to wake up to). I smile up at him till I realize he reeks of booze, Fuck! He promised to spend Valentines Day with me. Why the hell did he get wasted? Now, he's gonna be hung over in a couple of hours.

I glare at him as he strips and slides in the hot tub beside me, he doesn't seem to notice.

“Hey” he whispers, his arms wrapping around me pulling me onto his lap.

“You’re drunk.” I accuse

He looks at me confused “So?”

“We’re shuposht to have a date later today.” I complain wincing slightly at the whine in my tone I don’t like sounding like some bitchy chick.

He leans in and nuzzles my neck “We still will.”

His nuzzles turn into kisses then soft bites. I groan as heat rushes to my groin.

Maybe it doesn't matter that he’s a bit drunk.

His hands start stroking the inside of my thighs I push back against him, my breath coming out in ragged gasps.

“Fuck your hot.” he growls into my ear

I know I'm not but I always love it when he tells me that.

He runs his left arm up my chest pulling me back tight against him, as his right hand moves to my cock, pumping it over and over in the warm water of the hot tub.

I arch my back leaning my head against his shoulder, pushing my hog further in his hand: his fingers gripped around it feels so good- so fucking good.

“You like me touching your hog don't you.” Nathan whispers nipping my ear lobe. I gasp at the wonderful flash of pain. My cocks so hard I feel like I'm gonna burst.

“Tell me you like it or I'll stop.” Nathan growls against my neck.

“No don't schtop.” I whimper

“Then say it.” Nathan demands slowing his hand movements on my cock, almost to the point of stopping

Piss I can't handle him stopping, not when I'm soo close “I like it…I like it.” I gasp.

“You like what?” asks Nathan chuckling.

“I...I like you touching my hog.”

“Good answer.” Nathan coos, moving his hand faster on my dick again, as his mouth goes back to my neck,

Oh god I'm so fucking close.

His hand keeps jacking me off as his mouth continues to mercilessly assault my body

“Nathan ohh schit Nathan!” I scream as I lose it shooting hard into the water. Momentarily nothing in the world matters except the intense pleasure I feel, and the man causing it.

Released and exhausted I fall limply back against Nathan consumed in the pleasant afterglow of sex.

Nathan turns me in his lap so I'm facing him. He pulls me in softly kissing me, his fingers running through my hair caressing my scalp, his tongue strokes mine. I love this; I love the feel of everything Nathan does to me.

All the years of fighting the fact that I'm attracted to guys as well as women, of being afraid to eat anything remotely dick shaped, of fearing a guy anywhere near my package, seems so ridiculously stupid in his arms.

I know it won't last, I know one day he’ll call it off, dumping me for someone who really is hot, but for now I'm going to let myself enjoy this.

Eventually we get out of the hot tub and head back to his room, it's slow business since he can't seem to walk in anything resembling a straight line. Once inside he pulls me in for another kiss. When our lips part he abruptly pulls away and runs towards his bathroom BLEEEECHHH

Well that killed the mood. I follow into the bathroom were he's crouched over the toilet heaving for all it's worth. “Schit Nathan!” I yell. He looks up from the toilet “Sorry” he mutters then turns back to the toilet. BLEECHHH. I walk over and pull back his hair so he doesn't wind up with vomit in it. Once he’s finished I help him clean up and herd him to his bed.

I plan on going back to my room to sleep. I have a delivery arriving tomorrow and I want to be at my quarters to supervise the install but as I turn to leave, Nathan grabs my hand “stay” he whispers. So I do.

12:04 pm

My phone rings waking me up. I roll over “Yello?” I answer taking in the familiar sight of Nathan's bedroom and registering the warmth of his body next to mine.

“Murderface?” A voice asks

“Yeah”

“This is Charles.”

“Yeah”

“There’s a meeting today remember? I told you about this several times”

”Uh huh”

“So you should get here soon.”

(He actually sounds annoyed. I get a sick thrill at momentarily breaking that robotic persona of his)

“Before you do though, there is apparently a gentleman at the front gate asking for you.”

(That would be my order) “Oh scho what did he schay? I ask trying to sound nonchalant.

“He says he's here to set up an order you made with his company, Wicked Romance. Do you recall making that order?

“Uh huh.”

“Alright then…I'll tell him to meet you at your quarters to set things up. After, if you could join us in the conference room for the-”

“Right meeting.” I interrupt.

“So you’ll be here soon then?”

“Yezh”

“'OK because we are waiting for you and Nathan”

“Schit, yeah…yeah we can be there schoon.”

As say this Nathan sits up in bed and glares at me. What the hell? Oh wait I said “we”, crap.

“Ummmm I mean I can be there schoon, yeah not we yeah, I'm by myschelf.” I franticly try and cover my slip

“OK...” answers Charles “Have you seen Nathan? He’s not answering his phone. I was hoping he was with you.”

“...Nathan? No. No haven't scheen him today”

“Well if you do see him remind him of the meeting”

“Yeah if I schee him, I'll tell him.”

I hang up with Charles and turn to Nathan, who's still glaring at me.

For fucks sake “Whatsch your problem?”

“I'm not going...feel like crap.”

I fight the urge to roll my eyes “schoo don't go, servesch you right though for drinking sho much lasht night.”

Nathan glares at me and lays back down. I realize I'm probably being hypercritical getting pissed with him for drinking when I'd rather cut my own ding dong off than admit booze ain't food.

I reach out and stroke his face
“Do you want me to get you schomething?”

“No... “ He grumbles” I just want to fucken sleep.”

“Ok- try to feel better schoon, we had plansh today remember?”

He swats my hand then rolls away when I bend down to kiss him. Ouch, well he's obviously hung over so I try not to take it personally.

I get dressed and head down to my room to meet the Wicked Romance guy. Hopefully Nathan will feel well enough by the end of the meeting to enjoy what I've ordered.

1:00 pm
The meeting sucks ass. The robots being boring, Nathan just threw up and I almost started to take care of him in front of everyone... I hope he's not pissed.

When the meeting finally does end Nathan is the first to leave. I follow close behind and pull him into a corner of Mordhaus.

“Hey” I mummer running my hand down his back.

“Hey” He answers.

I bend forward and kiss his check gently. “Ready to go?” I ask. He shakes his head “Still not feeling real good…I'm heading back to bed.” he says.

My heart sinks. “Yeah shure we can do schtuff later” I tell him.

“God why are you being so clingy today? It's pathetic!” he suddenly snarls at me.

What I do? Shit I've screwed this all up somehow. I must have been too pushy! God damnit! I've been looking forward to spending time together today; of course it would fall apart. I just wanted one special day is that too much to ask?

“Fuck you Nathan!!” I scream at him “Why don't I just go kill myshelf would that make you fucken happy!! I couldn't be clingy and pathetic anymore if I were dead could I?!” I turn and leave. Piss I need to find a good bar.
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