In Your House I Long To Be
This is kinda different than what I usually write, but... I like it.
Title: And There You Led Me On
Author: Rei-hime
Pairing: Nathan/Charles
Rating: R (just barely)
Warnings: Sex, blood, no rock n' roll.
Disclaimer: I do not own Metalocalypse. Check back with me after I kidnap Brendon Small.
Notes: Inspired by "The Revengencers," Charles' moment of pure unfiltered badass within, and a conversation with Rattie about both (mostly revolving around how Nathan needs to hit that little man like the fist of an angry god). The title comes from Audioslave's "Like a Stone," which I think fits the story for reasons that probably only make sense to me. The third paragraph may very well be the longest sentence I've ever written.
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And There You Led Me On
By Rei-hime
Nathan slammed the smaller man against the wall, pulling his leg around his waist as he drove inside. It was raw and rough and far from their typical encounters, but sometimes Charles needed this. Sometimes after he disappeared for hours, he'd return bruised and bloodied and clawing at Nathan the minute they were alone, biting his lip and begging to be fucked. So Nathan did.
He leaned in to lap at the dried blood dripping from Charles' mouth, wanting to know what had happened, who had done this. But Charles had never answered that before and wasn't likely to now. The most Nathan could do for him was pull his other leg over his hip and oblige his demands of "Harder, harder, harder…"
When it was over, Nathan held him until his cries quieted and his knees stopped shaking enough to support his weight, then setting him on his feet and turning his back to give them both privacy as they righted themselves, glancing guiltily down both ends of the hall, wondering if they'd been seen, almost hoping they had, and blushing when Charles cleared his throat and lifted up to give him a quick, chaste kiss.
"Thank you, Nathan."
Title: And There You Led Me On
Author: Rei-hime
Pairing: Nathan/Charles
Rating: R (just barely)
Warnings: Sex, blood, no rock n' roll.
Disclaimer: I do not own Metalocalypse. Check back with me after I kidnap Brendon Small.
Notes: Inspired by "The Revengencers," Charles' moment of pure unfiltered badass within, and a conversation with Rattie about both (mostly revolving around how Nathan needs to hit that little man like the fist of an angry god). The title comes from Audioslave's "Like a Stone," which I think fits the story for reasons that probably only make sense to me. The third paragraph may very well be the longest sentence I've ever written.
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And There You Led Me On
By Rei-hime
Nathan slammed the smaller man against the wall, pulling his leg around his waist as he drove inside. It was raw and rough and far from their typical encounters, but sometimes Charles needed this. Sometimes after he disappeared for hours, he'd return bruised and bloodied and clawing at Nathan the minute they were alone, biting his lip and begging to be fucked. So Nathan did.
He leaned in to lap at the dried blood dripping from Charles' mouth, wanting to know what had happened, who had done this. But Charles had never answered that before and wasn't likely to now. The most Nathan could do for him was pull his other leg over his hip and oblige his demands of "Harder, harder, harder…"
When it was over, Nathan held him until his cries quieted and his knees stopped shaking enough to support his weight, then setting him on his feet and turning his back to give them both privacy as they righted themselves, glancing guiltily down both ends of the hall, wondering if they'd been seen, almost hoping they had, and blushing when Charles cleared his throat and lifted up to give him a quick, chaste kiss.
"Thank you, Nathan."