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The Joys of Married Love	By : varenoea Category: +M through R > Metalocalypse > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2490 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Metaocalypse or its characters, and this is a non-profitable work of fiction.

Chapter List
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Two days later is just another day in the conference room, but Charles has unpleasant things to say.

“I’m sorry to tell you, Toki, but your friend Rockso has been stealing paperwork from us.”

“Is nots bads, right? Is just papers?” Toki inquires.

“The value is in what is written on them”, Charles sighs. “Rockso has been spying on us, to find out details about you and the tours and concerts to come.”

“Well, maybe he just wanteds to know about our next gig!”

“Toki, he could just have asked you. Somebody probably paid him to spy on you guys, and he did so by using your friendship.”

“I knew that was gonna happen. I knew it.” Nathan looks out from under his hair darkly.

“You knew this was going to happen?” repeats Charles, frowning.

“Well… no… not that exactly. No, but I knew he was an asshole.”

“I don’ts believes he would does that”, whispers Toki, pondering and staring at the table. “He’s my friend.”

“Pffft. You don’t gets it, do you?”

“Yeah, Toki.” Murderface leans over the table. “You don’t know it, but we’re your real friends. And we love you no matter what.”

“Do you owes him money?” asks Skwisgaar out of the corner of his mouth.

“Just a little. But he doesn’t need that clown, is what I’m saying.” Murderface crosses his arms and leans back.

“Dis must alls be a mis-… mus… you gets it wrong. I goes and asks him.” Toki shoves his chair back.

“Oh yeah, like he’s gonna says yes, I spies on you, but it’s all cool”, snorts Skwisgaar.

“Toki, I wouldn’t say this if I wasn’t one-hundred percent sure”, says Charles in a very soft voice. “I’m sorry. But this is one of the dangers of being in a successful band – false friends.”

“Gee, kid”, says Pickles and leans over to pat Toki on the shoulder. “You liked him, huh?”

“He’s my friend”, repeats Toki, but the tremble in his voice betrays the content. “He wouldn’t lies to me. I goes to him. Now. Needs to asks him. You’ll all see, he’s nots bad like you tinks.”

“Toki, wait, we still have the list of tour dates to go through!” shouts Charles, but Toki is already on his way out.

“Ah fuck.” Skwisgaar rolls his eyes and jumps up to go after him.

“Skwisgaar, wait, I need you four to…”

“No times.”

And Charles is left alone with the remaining three band members.

“Okay, now what about these tour dates”, says Nathan and crosses his arms. “Let’s get it over with, quick and painless.”

Toki is taking the short cut through the empty, big steel kitchen when Skwisgaar catches up with him.

“Toki! Where you goingks?!”

“To Rockso”, comes Toki’s truculent answer. Skwisgaar grabs his shoulder and spins him around, forcing him to make eye contact.

“Are yous stupid? He know now that we knows he’s a spys! He coulds kill you or takes you in as hostage, or who knows what! He’s fuckingk crazies!”

Toki’s nostrils are flaring. “Bullshits. Why should he do dat?”

“He’s a stork ravingk mads. Dat’s why!”

“You’res just jealous. You alls don’ts likes him. I can’t haves friends what is not in de band. You all hostages me! Dat’s what! ‘cause you can’ts make me laugh like he! You’s just boring fuck, all of yous!”

Skwisgaar pinches the bridge of his own nose between thumb and forefinger. “Listens. You can justs calls him, and say goodbyes to dat asshole, den he can’t hurts you.”

“Fuck you!” Toki whines. “Who are yous to tell me? You can’ts tells me no notingk!” He rips his arm out of Skwisgaar’s grip.

“I’m your fuckingk husbands, I am!”

At this point, Toki turns around. “Hah!”

“It’s dangerous, and I don’t wants you goes!” Skwisgaar draws himself up to full height. “And I don’ts wants you messingk around town wit’ clowns, eithers!”

Toki’s jaw is set. “You’re no fuckingk man for me!”

“Ah, no, den why you marries me?”

“You’s just dat guy I got marrieds to when I was drunks! It don’t means no notingk!”

Skwisgaar’s sneer wanders even higher on his face.

Toki goes right on, and spills all the bitterness he has been hiding over the last weeks. “Since we’s been marrieds, all you dids was abskuse me! You hitteds my face, you biteds by tongue, you never been friendlies! I wants a divorceds, for abskuse! You’re no fuckingk husbands at all! You don’t even knows what husbands is!”

Skwisgaar is at a loss for a clever reply. “Oh… yeah?”

“Yeah! Fucks you and all yours stupid arrogant talk! I hates you! And you can’ts tells me anytingk at all, you’re just my soon-ex-husbands tomorrows and I’m so fucking glad when we gets a divorceds, finally, ‘cause I’m marrieds but I never hads no husband, you fucking…”

“I’ll shows you who’s your husband”, hisses Skwisgaar between his gnashing teeth and grabs the front of Toki’s shirt.

He’ surprisingly strong. Toki gets pressed into the wall, between Skwisgaar and a hard place. When Skwisgaar plants his mouth on Toki’s lips, Toki starts to struggle and try to push him away – but it’s in vain. Three, four, five seconds, and Toki’s writhing gets weaker. His arms come around Skwisgaar’s back. Skwisgaar’s tongue has made it between his teeth already and is sliding along Toki’s.

There are tears behind his eyelids again. He won’t let them out. He doesn’t even know why exactly. It’s like all the rejection and tension from the past weeks is lifted off him now.

“Dat’s what I’m talking about”, he gasps when he comes up to catch some breath. “I t’ought you don’ts likes guy?”

“Hah. I never says dat!” replies Skwisgaar between two gasps.

Toki’s stomach feels almost like the one time he drank dishwashing liquid, but in a very good way. Skwisgaar lifts him up by the shirt and drops his rump on a stainless steel kitchen counter. Toki feels Skwisgaar’s hips push between his legs, the other man’s package against his own, and it’s delicious. He could almost come right here and now at this new sensation.

Skwisgaar’s hands are sliding along his thighs, then up, under his shirt. As they softly run over his belly, Skwisgaar asks: “You ever dones it wit’ a guys?”

Toki shakes his head and smiles. “No, but I gots all de books.”

Skwisgaar runs one hand up Toki’s forearm, and finally their fingers intertwine. “You wants does it wit’ me?”

Toki grins. “Yeah. I want a consummatids wit’ you.”

Skwisgaar’s erection is grinding against Toki’s, with only two layers of denim in between. “Comes to my room.” His lips softly tugs on Toki’s earlobe. “I gots all de lube and what we needs!”

It is hard, getting to the room without touching where anybody could see them. As soon as the door is closed, Toki throws himself at Skwisgaar, against the door, and kisses him again. His hand cups Skwisgaar’s package – awkwardly, but with determination.

“You tells me what’s to do”, he says. “Can I gives you a head?”

“Yes…”, wheezes Skwisgaar. He feels Toki’s fingers undo his fly, and pull down his trousers, and then cup his ass cheeks. Toki looks apprehensive and eyes the stiff member in front of his face suspiciously before he softly lets his lips down on the glans and sucks it in carefully.

Skwisgaar’s knees start to tremble. This isn’t a technically advanced blow job by any means, but Toki puts all his adoration into it. It makes Skwisgaar feel so... precious. Special. The ministrations of thousands of fan girls don’t feel anything like this awkward blow job.

He runs his fingers through Toki’s soft hair and growls. Suddenly Toki lets go and gets up.

“To de bed”, he says and pushes Skwisgaar to the middle of the room. Dazed in blow job happiness, Skwisgaar doesn’t put up much of a fight when Toki throws him backwards on the mattress, pulls the pants off him and forces the shirt over his head at the same time, and goes down on him like a hungry baby hawk.

“Hmm. Salty”, he mumbles.

“Gonnsta get even more salties”, breathes Skwisgaar, “when I comes.”

“How I makes you come?” Toki leans his head on Skwisgaar’s thigh.

“Just keeps goingks”, sighs Skwisgaar. This is good. It’s so damn good it’s hard to believe that keeping away from it was so painful.

Toki, slurping and sucking and discovering what a tongue can do with bigger toys than what he’s used to, seems to be enjoying every minute of it. And it doesn’t take another minute before he has Skwisgaar where he wanted him – sweaty, out of breath, flushed and happy.

Toki spits his cum on a corner of the bed and shakes his head. “Huh. Taste strange.”

Skwisgaar’s chest is heaving. He extends his arms. “Toki? Comes here.”

Toki drops himself on Skwisgaar, into his arms. He’s heavy, but Skwisgaar would rather get squashed than complain. Toki cuddles his face into Skwisgaar’s hair and tries to coax his cock back to life. Skwisgaar, meanwhile, is unbuttoning Toki's trousers and shoves his hand over Toki's ass cheeks.

“You likes it?” asks Toki.

“No. I just squirts de white stuffs when I wanna pukes really.”

“Skwisgaar?” He runs his figer over a nipple. “You wanna fuck?”

Skwisgaar looks down on his chest, into Toki’s flushed smile. “Fucks you?”

“Nnno.” Toki lifts his head up. “I wants fucks you. I wants be on top.” He adds, insecurely: “If you likes.”

Skwisgaar’s strong, sinewy legs come around his hips and pull him close like a bear trap. One, two wanton hip moves, and Toki has the answer. “But you gots to gets me wet and stretcheds before.”

“I knows. I reads the books! Finger first, one, then two, then three.”

“Readingks a books is not de best way.” Skwisgaar reaches under the pillow and pulls out a bottle of lube while Toki sits back on his haunches. “Just does it. Carefully.”

He wouldn’t have had to say it. Toki goes about it so delicately that Skwisgaar begins to feel like a porcelain doll. Toki is taking this new trip in with all his senses. Bites his lip when his finger slides up into Skwisgaar’s tight opening. Slides his finger in and out and then prods in search of his prostate.

Skwisgaar growls when he finds it. “Yeah. Dere. Right dere.” He inhales sharply.

Toki lies down and puts his cheek on Skwisgaar’s belly. Watches the downy blond hair around his navel stand up, and the abdominal muscles work every time he slides his finger back in, and into Skwisgaar’s prostate.

“Two fingers”, begs Skwisgaar. “Slows.”

And Toki, of course, complies. This time it’s even tighter, but every minute it gets easier to slide his fingers in and out. He can hear Skwisgaar’s breathing, one ear on his belly. He listens for signs what to do. Suddenly, Skwisgaar’s inner muscles clamp down on his fingers so hard he can’t even pull them out. He looks up. Skwisgaar is biting his lip.

What will these muscles do to his dick when he’s in there…

“Okay nows. Fucks me”, says Skwisgaar, and his voice is so hoarse it’s hardly recognizable.

Toki doesn’t move.

“Please. Wit’ sugars on top? I needs it. Now.”

Toki grins. “I loves to.” He sits up between Skwisgaar’s legs. “You gots to make it wet.”

Skwisgaar, dazed, sits up and squeezes lube onto his hand. When he starts rubbing it on with long, slow strokes, Toki nearly loses it. Skwisgaar. Playing with his dick. This is what he has been fantasizing about for months.

Skwisgaar falls back on the pillow and smiles a flushed, lazy smile. It’s an open invitation.

What he didn’t expect was for Toki to fall right on top of him and getting inside with lots of ado and fumbling. Probably his preferred method. It takes a lot of acrobatic leg movement until Toki is completely inside. And even then, he doesn’t move but just lies there, on top of Skwisgaar, inside him, and kissing him sweetly. And finally, with a hoarse voice, he says: “I loves you so much, you knows.”

“Don’t starts cryingks now. Oh no. Stops, you awfuls criesbabys!”

“I’m not cryingks.”

“Yes, you ares. Your eyes is all wet.”

“Well, so are yous!”

“No.”

“Yes!”

Skwisgaar sniffs and wipes his nose with his wrist. “I’m cryingks ‘cause you don’t moves. I’m fallingks into sleeps almosts.”

Toki pulls out a little, again, like’s afraid to break something, and then shoves back in with more strength. “Like dis?”

“Dat’s what I’m talkingks about”, says Skwisgaar and grins.

And then they just stop thinking, until they’re cum-stained and sweaty and hot and flushed and out of breath, and aching and finally, finally satisfied to the bottom of their souls.

“Alright, gentlemen”, says Charles, “we have a lot of work today. First off, we need Pickles to re-record the drums for Briefcase full of guts, then Nathan has an interview with Metal Toolbox, and Skwisgaar and Toki have a visit to pay to the divorce lawyer this afternoon. Oh, and Murderface has an appointment with the pedicure lady, he is growing out of his boots at the moment. But most importantly, we have…”

“Uhm, Charles”, says Skwisgaar, nonchalantly, “abouts dat divorce todays… we were thinkingks it’s would bes better to cancels it.”

“I beg your pardon?” It is rare to see Charles completely astonished, but right now, he is.

“Yeah, ah, you knows”, says Skwisgaar. “We’s gonna needs more time. I haves yets to consummate Toki.”

This is the very fist time they see Charles completely lose it. “Skwisgaar, you’re not telling me that you don’t want to get divorced before you sodomized Toki?!”

“Dat’s okay, I sommidizeds him last night”, says Toki.

“You did WHAT??!” screeches Murderface.

“I don’t think this word means what you think it means, Toki”, says Charles slowly.

“Oh yes, it does. But I’m thinkingks, the whole divorceds business isn’t so good right now anysways.” Skwisgaar grins. “It don’ts pays to hurry dis. And Toki’s all virgin, so I can’t hurries him. Is never good.”

Nathan scratches his head. “Wait. So you’re… you ARE a couple after all?”

“Dood, you want to stay married so you can legally fuck him?” asks Pickles and scratches his head as well. “It’s all very fine of you, making him an honest… woman, but in any case, it’s not like anybody knows!” Then nosiness gets the better of him. “And Toki, what do you mean, you sodomized Skwisgaar? He lets you?”

“Sure.” Toki grins. “He marrieds me, after alls.”

Skwisgaar just leans back, grinning.

“Skwisgaar takes it up the ass?!” gasps Charles, holding on to his glasses which are about to fall off his nose.

“Yah. So what we’re sayingks is, we stays marrieds.”

“It would be much more metal to fornicate”, says Charles. “That is, to have unmarried sex.”

Toki looks at Skwisgaar, Skwisgaar looks at Toki and at Nathan, and Nathan shrugs. “Yeah. I guess that would be more metal.”

“Okay den!” Skwisgaar leans forward. “We gets a divorceds and den we fuck really metal.”

“Fine.” Toki nods. “Sound good.”

Charles wipes his forehead. It was difficult enough getting this appointment, and he’s not willing to cancel it.

But fuck, he will have to check out those cameras for Skwisgaar’s bedroom more often.
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