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From Dreams to Reality	By : Pat4pat Category: +M through R > Metalocalypse > Het- Male/Female Views: 1566 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As always, I don't own Dethklok or Metalocalypse. Enjoy!
Pat
The morning light reached through Layla's window, bathing her in its warm glow. She shifted slightly underneath the thick, heavy blankets that coated her. Slowly her eyes opened and she became aware of the world around her. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Layla sat up and rested against her headboard. What happened last night…?
She enjoyed the quiet around her for a few minutes before she heard a soft knock on her door. A moment later Toki peeked his head around it, "Are you feelings better today?"
Visions from the previous day fell onto Layla and weighted her down like boulders dragging her body deep into the abyss of the sea. It hadn't been a dream. It was all real. This is all real. Layla brought her knees up and rested her arms on them, holding her face as she began to sob.
"Oh Layla! I was so scareds!" Toki ran into Layla's bedroom, jumping onto her bed and sitting next to her. He reached over and enveloped her in his arms. Layla leaned into his embrace, now crying into his shoulder. She remembered the last person to comfort her like this, her mother.
"Shhhh, it's oks now. Toki will makes it all betters." Toki cooed softly in her ear. He ran his hand up and down her back in a soothing gesture.
They remained like that, Toki holding onto Layla as securely as she held onto him. Finally her sobs began to dwindle down to mere sniffling. Loosening her grip on the guitarist, she raised her head to look at Toki, his eyes filled with deep concern and compassion. Her tears had accentuated the blue usually lost within her hazel eyes. Shes is so beautiful…Shes is perfect in my eyes, Toki thought. He brought his hand up to brush away a stray tear that had trickled down her cheek. Pickles' similar action from the previous evening ran through Layla's head as she abruptly turned her face away from Toki's touch.
"Could you hand me a tissue?" Layla asked, hoping she had not made the moment awkward.
Toki hadn't seemed to notice as he leaned over to grab a few tissues. Layla took them and turned her head again to blow her nose.
"Thanks Toki." Layla tossed her dirty tissues into the garbage can close to her bed.
"Toki is always heres for you! No matter what!" Toki smiled, "I was just so scareds I'd never ever sees you again, Layla. Your Toki's bestest friend."
Layla smiled softly, "You've been like a best friend to me, too, Toki. I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I just…" she took a deep breath, feeling odd sharing her feelings out loud to another human being. "I just had to escape. It feels like a prison in here. But it also feels like no one cares about me. Like I'm just in the way and it'd be better if I just weren't around."
"Layla!" Toki placed his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to meet his gaze head on, "You is not only my best friend, but I thinks of you like family. And Charles is your reals family. So yous has lots of family here in Mordhaus."
"I guess so…" Layla recalled Pickles' promise that things would be different for her now in Mordhaus. Was he telling her the truth last night?
After those two guys from the train station had threatened her and left her with nothing but the clothes on her back, Layla had felt helpless. All hope was lost; she couldn't return to Mordhaus, she had no place to go. She waited in the cold darkness of the night to see what misfortune would befall her next. But then a man had appeared before her, like a redeeming angel sent to show her what fate truly wanted to bestow upon her. She had never seen his green eyes so full of anxiety and alarm before, they sparkled like fire in the night. From that moment, through the ride home, and when he carried her to her bedroom, Layla resisted every urge to throw her arms around her rescuer for fear that she would never let go.
"Layla?"
Layla turned to look at Toki again, "Yes?"
His eyes searched her own as a frown spread across his face, "Never leaves us again, promise? Never leaves Toki."
Layla placed her hand on Toki's, "I promise."
By Layla's doorway, someone cleared their throat.
Layla and Toki looked over at Pickles who was standing awkwardly by her door. Layla quickly removed her hand from Toki's and tried to discreetly scoot away from him, giving them some distance as he was still plopped on her bed.
Keep it cool man, Pickles thought to himself. Toki sitting so close and casual next to Layla, in bed!, was causing a slight twinge of anger within the drummer. He tried to play it off as always, They're just friends. But the way Toki gazed at Layla made Pickles want to stab the guitarist's eyeballs out and toss them to the yard wolves.
"Could I, ah, have a moment?" Pickles shuffled slightly, looking back and forth from Toki to Layla.
"Of course." Layla stuttered. She turned to Toki, "I'll catch you later, Toki. Ok? I promise." She gave him a reassuring smile before he crawled off her bed, slightly disgruntled that their one-on-one time had been interrupted.
Toki ignored Pickles as he walked out of Layla's bedroom and down the hall.
Layla was now alone in her bedroom, still in bed wearing only pajamas, with Pickles still standing in her doorway.
She broke the silence first, "You can come in."
"Oh ya. Right." Pickles walked into her room and sat at the edge of her bed. He fidgeted with the sweatbands around his wrists. "It's good to see you're doing better. Just wanted to check up on ya, especially after last night…"
Just then Layla reached across the distance and wrapped her arms around Pickles. Trying her hardest to hold back anymore tears, Layla whispered, "Thank you, Pickles. Thank you so much."
Pickles was a little surprised but soon returned the hug, allowing Layla to lean into his body. His arms wrapped around her waist as Layla buried her face into his chest, her hands clinging onto the front of his shirt. She was breathing heavily, holding back any oncoming tears. Pickles lowered his face into her hair and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel as her soft tresses brushed against his cheek. She wants my attention, he thought, grasping onto her securely, Maybe…maybe it's ok? No matter what happens, it'll be ok. His fingers dug slightly into her sides forcing a small sound to leave Layla's lips.
Startled, Layla and Pickles quickly let go of each other as the phone beside Layla's bed began to ring with earnestness. With wide eyes, Layla was blushing severely. Pickles loved that flustered look on her face, but now was not the time to savor it. Layla reached over to see what name appeared on the phone's screen.
"Uncle Charles…" she whispered to herself.
"I, ah, better let you take that." Pickles said, slowly standing up. He was slightly irritated that their embrace had been interrupted, but he promised himself he'd find another way soon to feel her tiny frame within his arms. He no longer held on to the fear of frightening Layla with his affections. It was something they both craved, whether Layla was aware of that yet or not. Pickles had been around long enough to sense desire in another human being, and desire was a new emotion beginning to blossom within his young Layla.
"Right, ok…" Layla said to Pickles.
At Layla's doorway, Pickles turned back to face Layla, "We'll catch up later, k?"
A soft smile spread across Layla's lips before she answered the phone, "Ok…Hello?"

"Right there is fine. If I need it moved, I can have Uncle Charles call one of you back up here."
Layla couldn't help but grin the whole time she directed the klokateers with her items. Dresser there, bed here, no maybe here instead? After her incident over two weeks ago and after the long chat with her uncle, she was finally getting her own room to permanently stay in. The conversation had been awkward on both ends, but a small sort of understanding and agreement had been reached between the two. Uncle Charles was still gone on whatever mysterious business he had to attend to, but right now at this moment, Layla didn't care. She felt what she had been longing for for so long, contentment.
It took awhile to have the room dusted and prepared, but Layla had finally received her own personal bedroom. It was up the stairs from Dethklok's rooms, so naturally they all wandered in from time to time, curious as to what the commotion was all about.
Earlier in the day Murderface had wandered in to explore along with Nathan. As Murderface snickered at her seemingly girlish things, Nathan merely stood in the doorway, and in the way, dumbly looking around his surroundings. Soon they had gotten bored and left her to overseeing where the large furniture items would be placed.
"Careful!" Layla called out quickly to one klokateer as he bumped into her dresser. The klokateer turned to look at Layla who blushed in response to her new found voice. She grabbed the airplane that was placed on the dresser, holding it close to her chest. A gift from Toki, to welcome her into her new bedroom, her new life.
"This is largers than my room." A voice said from behind Layla.
Layla turned to see the tall Swede approaching her. As he walked he did not look at her, too busy scanning the gothic structure and design of Layla's bedroom.
"Well, it's not the largest one in Mordhaus." Layla shifted uncomfortably as Skwisgaar now towered over her. "I'm sure your room is bigger."
Skwisgaar finally looked down at the fidgety girl. Her gaze fell from him as he scanned her body from top to bottom. He wasn't one for the curvier types, usually preferring them on both ends of the extreme, fat and skinny. But Layla looked so appetizing at the moment, running her hand across one of Toki's airplanes in a nervous gesture.
"Wells, we could always finds out, now coulds we?" Skwisgaar took the airplane from Layla's hands and set it down on another dresser beside him. A seductive grin spread across his face as he watched Layla's cheeks begin to burn red, gazing up at him with unease. This strange girl was so innocent, and innocence was something Skwisgaar loved to toy with.
Before Skwisgaar had the chance to snake his arm around Layla's waist, a small figure bumped in between the two causing Skwisgaar to take a couple steps away from Layla. Pickles wrapped one arm around Skwisgaar's shoulders and the other around Layla's.
"Dude, it's startin' to look pretty good!" Pickles drawled out in his Wisconsin accent.
Skwisgaar, forced to hunch down from the smaller man's arm draped around his neck, shook Pickles off with displeasure. "I have seens betters."
"Awe, come on now Skwisgaar. You're just upset because Layla's room is starting to look more metal than yours."
Pickles winked at Layla who replied with a small smile. His arm was still draped around her shoulder, his hand clutching an unmarked bottle. She could feel the warmth from his body through his side and hip as they bumped against her own.
"I don't needs to compares my room to a girl's room. Especiallys when they has stupid, childish airplanes like that." Skwisgaar crossed his arms and jutted his chin to where Toki's toy airplane lay.
Pickles' grin widened, "Airplanes are manly, dude. At least, more manly than white furs and throw pillows."
"I ams manly!" Skwisgaar yelled, throwing his arms up in annoyance. He turned sharply on his heel and stomped out of Layla's bedroom.
Pickles removed his arm from around Layla and turned towards the retreating Swede, "Hey, come on. I was just messin' with ya." Skwisgaar was already long gone. "Oh well." Pickles turned back to Layla with a sheepish grin plastered on his face.
Layla couldn't help but laugh at his teasing antics. Since Pickles had found her at the train station, he had remained true to his word. Though they didn't talk often, he at least acknowledged her presence more. Layla was still somewhat shy and nervous around the drummer, but she was slowly becoming accustomed to his mannerisms and sense of humor. Layla found that she truly enjoyed his attention given to her.
"Almost forgot. I came up here to tell ya about tonight." Pickles took a swig from the unmarked bottle.
"What's tonight?"
"We're all having us a good ol party." Pickles said, "And since Ofdensen is still outta town, you gotta come! Besides, a little birdie told me that midnight is someone's birthday." Pickles wiggled his eyebrows at Layla.
"Um, well, I should probably finish putting my room together…I'm not sure if I can…" blushing slightly, Layla took a few steps away as if to busy herself with her bedroom, but Pickles reached out to grasp her hand in his, pulling her back towards him. From his tug, Layla stood a little closer to the drummer then she was before. His green eyes were glassy as he stared down at her. She could faintly smell the alcohol on his breath.
"I'd love for ya to be there, Layla." Pickles whispered as he took a step closer to Layla, brushing his hand through her hair. Layla shuddered at his touch. He was sure she hadn't realized how she leaned into the hand that gently tugged through her dark hair. A crooked grin spread across Pickles' lips as he continued, "And it'll be a good way for us to be able to hang out more. All of us to hang out more, I mean." Pickles quickly corrected himself.
He and Layla were becoming closer, just as she wanted and just as he had so eagerly agreed to, but he still kept a careful eye on himself. As much as he wanted to order the klokateers away at that moment, lock the door behind them, and get to know Layla in a whole new way, he had to pace himself. She was like a drug to him, a tantalizing drug that teased and coaxed him unknowingly. And for her innocence, that made it all the worse. Pickles felt a strange possessiveness over his new friend. He wanted to break down her walls and open her up to his fiery passion. And he wanted to be the one, the only one to caress her with the heat of his touch…
"I guess it'd be ok." Layla said to herself, bringing Pickles back from his thoughts, "What time does it start?"

Loud music poured out from Dethklok's game room. The chatter of voices and laughter floated towards Layla as she neared. Her heart was racing as she stood just outside the doorway that led into the crowded room. Nerves coiled around her gut like a snake squeezing its prey. But she resisted the urge to grasp at her stomach, twisting her shirt in anticipation, and took her first step into the clutches of drugs, booze, and sex.
Layla's eyes widened at the sight around her. There were girls, girls, and more girls…everywhere! Some were clad in bikinis while others might as well have been wearing bikinis, or nothing at all. Layla noticed where most flocked to, as Skwisgaar was perched on a chair in the corner of the room. She continued walking, noticing a few guys here and there. They looked her up and down, unsure of the purpose of her presence as she wore her reserved jeans and t-shirt. From the corner of her eye, Layla saw Pickles, Nathan, and Toki all sitting in the hot tub. They each clutched drinks in their hands as they talked and laughed. A few girls were beginning to fight over who would sit on Nathan's lap.
Pickles was the first to notice her. He waved his arm in the air, beckoning her over as his drink spilled out of his hand. Toki dodged the liquid content that splattered his way and turned to smile at Layla. Both had clearly been drinking for some time.
"Laylas!" Toki sputtered, "Tokis is so happy yous came!" A concerned frown spread across his face, "You can't comes in heres dressed like thats! Wheres is your swims suit?"
"I actually don't have a swimsuit." Layla felt stupid as she saw both Toki and Pickles' eyebrows rise with surprise.
Pickles turned to a girl who was passing behind him, "Hey sugar!" She stopped and sauntered over to the hot tub with a seductive smile. Layla felt a burning sensation in her chest seeing this woman approach Pickles like that. "Can you help hook my pal up over hear with some swim gear?" The woman was slightly annoyed, not hearing what she would've liked from the drummer. Layla's burning jealousy ceased slightly as the woman looked up at Layla with annoyance.
"Come with me." She spat, marching off towards the kitchen.
Layla stumbled, trying to catch up quickly, and found the woman in the kitchen. She rummaged through her purse until she yanked out a white bikini.
"Here." She threw it at Layla who fumbled to catch both pieces in her hands. Layla looked back up at the woman.
"What are you, stupid? Try it on!" the woman snapped at Layla as she retreated to the bathroom off the side of the kitchen. "And don't ruin it!" she yelled as Layla shut and locked the door behind her.
A few moments later Layla slowly opened the bathroom door, stepping out shyly. The woman regarded Layla with a surprised look for a moment then said, "Damn girl, you got a rockin' bod."
"Oh, um, thanks." Layla fidgeted with her arms, not sure whether she should let them hang by her side or cross them over her chest. The woman merely laughed and approached Layla, handing her a hair tie. "Here honey, tie that hair up. Don't want that mop too messed up now." The woman regarded Layla one last time before turning on her heel and exiting the kitchen. Layla watched in amazement as her ass swung in a perfect rhythm from side to side before following her out.
Pickles was getting antsy, scanning his surroundings for Layla. It was difficult to see straight in his drunken haze but he tried to remind himself nevertheless. You're just friends. Try and keep your hands to yourself tonight. No touchy. Well, maybe a lil touchy…
Laughing to himself, Pickles took a long swig from his bottle, downing it to the last drop. When he tilted his head back up, his jaw dropped as he looked up in front of him. Layla stood at the edge of the hot tub looking like a sex goddess sent from the sex heavens. A white bikini with gold accents clung to her voluptuous form like white on rice. Pickles had never realized how long and slender her legs were, how her waist was pinched in at just the right spot to accentuate her hips and…oh God, the white bikini top was definitely snug against her chest. Pickles suddenly realized he wasn't the only one staring as both Nathan and Toki gawked at Layla with awe and amazement in their eyes. Pickles felt bloodlust coursing through his veins as he glared at the other two men in the hot tub. He quickly jumped up and grabbed Layla by the hand, tugging her roughly into the hot bubbling water. He pulled her closer so that she was sitting next to him, her body hidden from any probing eyes.
Toki began to stutter, "Layla, you looks beau-" Pickles quickly cut him off much to Toki's dismay, "Hey Toki, how 'bout gettin' us all some more drinks." Toki, naturally submissive, reluctantly got out of the hot tub to obey the drummer's orders. "And some shots, too!" Pickles called after him.
Pickles turned back to look at Layla. He noticed how she had crossed her arms over her chest, clearly uncomfortable. She was looking around at the party, trying not to meet his eyes.
"Hey," Pickles took her arms away, "Don't be nervous now. You look great!" Layla looked at Pickles. She smiled sweetly at him, her cheeks a faint rose color. Pickles cupped her face in his hand, smiling back at Layla. Her hair had been tied up in a messy bun. Though Pickles had always favored her long hair hanging freely down her body, he couldn't deny how sultry she looked at that moment with her neck bared free to his sight and touch. He slowly ran his hand down from her cheek and softly across her neck. A wicked grin flashed across his face as he heard her breath hitch in her throat.
Toki appeared with a tray of drinks and shots. Pickles grabbed a few before Nathan and his entourage of sluts grabbed the rest. "Bottoms up!"
Before the sweet liquid touched Pickles lips, Layla whispered, "Pickles, I've never done this before. I don't know what to do…"
"Oh, ahh," Pickles' yooper accent drawled out, "Just, you know, put it to your lips and down it in one shot. That's why it's called that. A shot." He laughed slightly at his own description. "So cheers," he clanked his shot glass against Layla's, "And bottoms up!"
Layla's lack of experience was evident as the night quickly progressed. The liquor was hitting her fast and hard. She and Pickles had spent two hours in the hot tub just talking and laughing as they continued to drink. When they started to prune, they exited and proceeded to play one of the games lined against the wall, but not without Pickles getting a towel for Layla to wrap up in first. After an hour of that, they hopped back into the hot tub with a splash, laughing hysterically.
The party began to slowly dwindle down. Passed out bodies were strewn across the floor; the music had long since stopped. Skwisgaar disappeared into his bedroom along with the majority of girls still coherent enough to follow him there. Nathan also had taken a few girls back to his room while Murderface was only able to coax one girl into his bed for the night. Toki had tried to keep up with Pickles and Layla, feeling slightly left out, but eventually he too left for the night alone.
"I wonder what time it is." Layla slightly slurred. She was beginning to feel a dull ache in her head.
"I guess, I guess we should call it a night, huh?" Pickles slurred back. He stepped out of the hot tub, lending his hand to help Layla out as well.
He slung a wet arm around Layla as they stumbled out of the game room and into the dark hallway. Layla, trying to find her balance, wrapped her arm around Pickles' waist. She shivered slightly against the cold air that bit against her wet skin. They turned a corner, the next hallway darker than the one before. Layla could feel Pickles' grasp on her shoulder, kneading at her bare flesh. She wasn't sure why, but the memory of seeing Pickles laying in nothing but his underwear with his long member stretching at the white cotton unexpectedly passed through her head. Maybe it was the effects of the booze? Why else am I thinking about this right now? But Layla was feeling somewhat braver than her usual self. And that most recent thought was making her feel…aroused. It must be the booze.
"Pickles, I…" Layla began. But before she could finish, Pickles grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall. Before Layla could form any coherent thought on what was occurring, Pickles grasped her by the back of her neck, tilting her head back to meet his lips. She could taste the booze as his tongue prodded at her closed lips, asking them for entry. Layla eagerly complied and soon Pickles thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. She felt his lips lift up slightly in a smirk as she moaned against his open mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck. Pickles leaned his body into Layla's. With his other hand, he reached around her waist, hugging her tightly to him. Layla could feel something hard pushing against her hip. A raw feeling of need was oozing between the two as they clutched onto each other, their wet lips and moans the only sounds audible in the dark and deserted hallway.
Pickles broke the kiss, looking down at Layla who was panting, trying to catch her breath. He wasn't sure if he was moving too fast or not, but at the moment he couldn't contain his lusty desire for the girl. He saw the hungry look in her eyes as she gazed up at him, clutching around his neck more firmly. The answer was clear to him when Layla took hold of one of his dreadlocks, tugging it gently in a playful manner.
He took a deep breath, prayed to the devil and whispered, "Wanna go back to my room?"
Those few agonizing moments before Layla responded were worth the wait when the words left her lips, "Sure."
Hope the chapter wasn't too choppy. I wanted to cut to the chase on a lot of things and not dull and bore the audience with a 2 weeks span of dialogue. Good things are soon to come my readers, good things. :)
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