Random Metalocalypse Drabble

[dethorats]

plotbunny_tiff, this is for you.

Title: Missing
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Nathan/Toki
Word Count: 500



Two weeks back from a four-month tour and Nathan hadn’t found his equilibrium. It took time to adjust to being back in Mordhaus, having space and privacy and going without the rush of adulation that came from nightly crowds. Ofdensen’s post-tour methods were in place but for some reason they hadn’t clicked with the singer. He hoped he wasn’t becoming bored already. That would have been fucking brutal because things as they stood were already on the verge of being over the top. Going beyond the pale to get his peace of mind back wasn’t something he wanted to contemplate.

He’d spent a week in harness next to Skwisgaar and his ass still smarted whenever he sat down. But he could only submit for so long before his spirit rebelled and he’d gone, for a change, to Olga and Helga. Murderface was sulky and it was, he could admit privately, partly his fault. He’d been kind of a dick to the bassist during the last month, hadn’t accommodated a re-enactment or two that the other man had been anxious to attend. Being with them had been all right but, though he wasn’t submitting, he wasn’t really in charge. At least he’d learned some shit; those Bulgarian twins were devious and freaky and fuckin’ INVENTIVE. What he wanted, what he probably needed, was someone to control on his own. It was a twisted way of caring, metal enough that he was comfortable with it, and it was one of the few times he could show affection for any of his bandmates without being mortified.

But Skwisgaar was still in the stable, there was no way in hell he could get Murderface away from the twins, and Ofdensen had swept off with Pickles and Toki as soon as the Dethcopter had landed. Those two had been exhausted, worn out from trying to keep the peace and energy up for the last leg of things, and Toki had had a nasty cold by the time they played their last show. Nathan missed them, even though they’d annoyed the fuck out of him with their efforts, and he wandered through the hidden corridors with his mind more on what they were doing than anything else.

Music, the first he’d heard in two weeks, caught his attention, drew him into one of the small, private rooms. A fire burned brightly in the hearth, warm compliment to the wood floor and overstuffed furniture. Nathan stopped in the doorway and just let himself look. The tips of soft fur and leather ears shadowed a clean-shaven face and downcast eyes stared into the flames. The black collar stood out in stark contrast to bare skin and the slightly awkward posture of the reclining figure hinted at a tail to go with the ears. A Flying V hid the part that most interested the singer but he could change all that.

“What are you doing, little bunny?”

Toki looked up, startled, and offered a shy smile. “Waitings for you.”

Comments

[plotbunny-tiff.livejournal.com]

::lung crushing bear hug:: I can't thank you enough, Em. This is cognac to my battered spirit. Can I just stay here for a while?

It getting to a point where I don't want to read anybody else's Metalocalypse fic but yours (and H.J. Bender). You set the bar too high and now I'm all fussy and picky. You've ruined me for anyone else, so there. ::is a brat::

[dethorats]

XP

I've just drugged you and you didn't know it. That's all.

But, um, I do have a question for you. Do you want more or less pwp smut or do you want a lot of plot? I can do either but I wasn't sure what you were interested in.