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Metalocalypse Challenge #43
Prompt: Toys
Pairing: Toki/Murderface
A/N: The product of my warped mind. Also, although it might be hard to see, consensual non-con, which is like...one of my favorite things ever.
Dicks! All fucking day he was surrounded by dicks! It drove him crazy, the way Pickles and Skwisgaar would eat hot dogs and sausages, layering on the innuendo until even Nathan noticed it and, it seemed, always looked pointedly at him. He had to explode then, rant and spray spittle everywhere, and somehow, deep down, he knew his attempts at misdirection never worked. He stormed off, away from the jerks eating lunch, and thundered down the shadowy corridors of Mordhaus muttering to himself and failing, as usual, to plan revenge.
Rounding a corner, he was too bitterly involved in his hatred to notice the tell-tale sound of trouble, clicking rapidly his way in a pair of black-on-black heelies. The collision was appropriately brutal; sending him flying back to land uncomfortably on his tailbone, an armful of solidly built Norwegian pushing him down and bits of a now-broken model B-52 bomber still damp with glue in his hair. And something else. Something that made the whole situation that much darker and fucked up. A length of something determinedly hard digging into his hip.
Murderface blanched and panicked, shoved futilely at Toki, cursing and spitting all the while. The rhythm guitarist just shook his head, as if to clear it, and pushed Murderface easily back to the floor as he heaved himself off of the bassist. And Murderface flushed, rage reaching apocalyptic levels, until he couldn’t resist a glance down towards Toki’s crotch. Neon green and hadn’t the idiot foreigner learned yet that a strap-on dildo was NOT an awesome codpiece like his diamond-encrusted one? Besides, dildos were for ladies and rather redundant on Toki. Who was, Murderface noticed, staring at him with that feral look in his eye, the kind that made their robot manager reach for the tranq gun and made something – Fear? Envy? Lust? – curl in the pit of his stomach.
Two strong hands shot out, caught Murderface by the ankles as he tried to bolt, hauled him back roughly, his fingernails breaking as they clawed in desperation at the unyielding stone floor. Sheer brute strength yanked his shorts down over his hips, revealed that he was free-ballin’. The plastic was unexpectedly cool and slick as it prodded at him, forced its way in. Toki’s jeans chafed against his balls as he was fucked, one of the Norwegian’s hands clamped around his neck, forcing his cheek to the ground. Murderface snarled and grunted and, once the vibrating function was activated, stealthily snuck a hand down to stroke his cock. He came with a howl, slumped down with no mind to the dildo leaving his body as his eyes slipped shut and he passed out in orgasmic bliss.
A few minutes later, Toki rolled into the dining room and frowned at his bandmates. “Stops teasings Moiderface. My real cool’s codpiece needs a baths now and I wanted its to plays de Star Wars swords later. You guys needs to use yous own and takes a turns making hims be happy.”
Pairing: Toki/Murderface
A/N: The product of my warped mind. Also, although it might be hard to see, consensual non-con, which is like...one of my favorite things ever.
Dicks! All fucking day he was surrounded by dicks! It drove him crazy, the way Pickles and Skwisgaar would eat hot dogs and sausages, layering on the innuendo until even Nathan noticed it and, it seemed, always looked pointedly at him. He had to explode then, rant and spray spittle everywhere, and somehow, deep down, he knew his attempts at misdirection never worked. He stormed off, away from the jerks eating lunch, and thundered down the shadowy corridors of Mordhaus muttering to himself and failing, as usual, to plan revenge.
Rounding a corner, he was too bitterly involved in his hatred to notice the tell-tale sound of trouble, clicking rapidly his way in a pair of black-on-black heelies. The collision was appropriately brutal; sending him flying back to land uncomfortably on his tailbone, an armful of solidly built Norwegian pushing him down and bits of a now-broken model B-52 bomber still damp with glue in his hair. And something else. Something that made the whole situation that much darker and fucked up. A length of something determinedly hard digging into his hip.
Murderface blanched and panicked, shoved futilely at Toki, cursing and spitting all the while. The rhythm guitarist just shook his head, as if to clear it, and pushed Murderface easily back to the floor as he heaved himself off of the bassist. And Murderface flushed, rage reaching apocalyptic levels, until he couldn’t resist a glance down towards Toki’s crotch. Neon green and hadn’t the idiot foreigner learned yet that a strap-on dildo was NOT an awesome codpiece like his diamond-encrusted one? Besides, dildos were for ladies and rather redundant on Toki. Who was, Murderface noticed, staring at him with that feral look in his eye, the kind that made their robot manager reach for the tranq gun and made something – Fear? Envy? Lust? – curl in the pit of his stomach.
Two strong hands shot out, caught Murderface by the ankles as he tried to bolt, hauled him back roughly, his fingernails breaking as they clawed in desperation at the unyielding stone floor. Sheer brute strength yanked his shorts down over his hips, revealed that he was free-ballin’. The plastic was unexpectedly cool and slick as it prodded at him, forced its way in. Toki’s jeans chafed against his balls as he was fucked, one of the Norwegian’s hands clamped around his neck, forcing his cheek to the ground. Murderface snarled and grunted and, once the vibrating function was activated, stealthily snuck a hand down to stroke his cock. He came with a howl, slumped down with no mind to the dildo leaving his body as his eyes slipped shut and he passed out in orgasmic bliss.
A few minutes later, Toki rolled into the dining room and frowned at his bandmates. “Stops teasings Moiderface. My real cool’s codpiece needs a baths now and I wanted its to plays de Star Wars swords later. You guys needs to use yous own and takes a turns making hims be happy.”
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Yay on getting your sanity back, in unrelated news. I have largely lost mine but I hope to someday regain it.