Skwisgaar silently contemplated all of the facts. Nathan and Toki were consistently sitting next to each other at every meal, generally disappeared at the same time, and often glanced at each other and smiled quickly before anyone else could see. It was obvious, even though Murderface and Pickles didn't see it; Nathan and Toki were gay together.
Not that Skwisgaar protested, per se. He himself had tested out all sorts of strange things before joining Dethklok including homosexuality. It hadn't suited him, but there was something strange about it being two of the people he spent most of his time with. It felt wrong, dangerous even. Perhaps that was why he found himself curious about the whole situation. What was going through their heads?
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Nathan had no idea what was going through his head when he seductively beckoned Toki into his room. It had been a few weeks since their first encounter, and over the weeks they'd grown a strange bond. They'd gone to bed separate and woken up next to each other several times over the weeks, but never once had Nathan actually invited him to spend the night with him. It felt awkward. He felt sticky with perspiration, heated and passionate. Toki immediately obeyed and sneaked into his room undetected.
"Na'tans?" Toki asked, looking up at him innocently. "Is we goings to be doings it tonights?"
"Uh, maybe." Nathan swiftly turned away from the little Norwegian to hide his blushing. There was something so…adorable about the way Toki referred to sex. "But maybe we could just, you know, talk."
"Talkings ams goods with me!" Toki exclaimed with a cheerful smile. He plopped himself on the edge of Nathan's large bed. "What's you wants to be talkings abouts?"
"Uh…how'd you get that mustache?"
Toki cocked his head slightly to the side. "Mustache? I grows it slowly…to be's rebellings against mine parents."
"Yeah it's, uh, different." The conversation dropped short and they both sat in an uncomfortable silence. Toki crossed his right leg over his left.
"Why's you gots hair in your face?"
Nathan growled. "It's metal. I've always been metal. I always will be metal."
"Okays, okays. Wowee, it's hots in here…" Toki quickly removed his shirt and revealed his prominent muscle tone. He kicked off his boots as well and relaxed into the cozy bed. Nathan stared down at his lover's body lustfully, then pulled off his own shirt and frowned unhappily at his beer gut.
"Hey, Toki." The guitarist bolted upright and stared at Nathan. "I got something, uh, fun for us to do."
"What's that?" asked Toki, purring seductively.
Nathan took a large swig of beer before replying, "Let me show you the most brutal book ever."
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Skwisgaar wasn't sure what to think. On one hand, he absolutely knew the Toki and Nathan were together but he had no way at all to prove it. But did it really matter? So what if that was their personal and sexual preference? Was it any of his business? Why did he care? It was against the rules to care anyway.
"Dude, whatcha doin?" Skwisgaar jumped at stared up at Pickles – who was standing in comparison to his own sitting.
"I ams just thinks-kings, that is alls." The guitarist wasn't in the mood for small talk with the drummer, but Pickles took a seat across from him at the dinner table anyway. Dinner wouldn't be served for another hour or so, but the bustle of the kitchen could be heard in the background.
"Bout what?" Pickles pressed, leaning forward.
"Abouts things!" Skwisgaar exclaimed. "Damns you Pickle, leaves me bes!"
"Dude," Pickles responded with an eye roll. "Just bein' friendly. We do live together, ya know?"
"Ja, I be knowings that, thanks for that." Skwisgaar hesitated. "It's Toki. And Na'tans. They is acts-king weirds."
"Yeah, I kinda noticed dat too." Pickles looked around. "I actually just saw Na'an call Toki inta his room…like, ya know, weirdly."
Skwisgaar raised his blonde eyebrows. Solid proof of their relationship. "You thinks…?"
"No!" Pickles reclined back with a lazy loll. "Nate's nat gay! I just think dey're ya know, messin' with Murderface."
"What?"
"Murderface…he hates gays," Pickles reminded him. "I've messed with him bout it. It's funny. He gets so worked up!"
"So they ams…not gay? Just playings the pranks?"
"Dat's what I think, dude. Course," he added with a smirk, "dat's why I'm able to sleep at night. I couldn't if I actually thought dat dey…"
"Oh." Skwisgaar was still confused, and he had even fewer answers than before. Was it all a joke? Or were they really together?
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"Dante's Inferns-o?" Toki asked incredulously. "What ams that?"
"It's exactly what I, uh, said it was." Nathan grinned proudly. "It's the most brutal book in the world. Here, I'll show you." He flipped through several pages before pausing and reading, "These miscreants, who never were alive, were naked, and were stung exceedingly by gadflies and by hornets that were there. These did their face irrigate with blood, which, with their tears commingled, at their feet by the disgusting worms was gathered up."
"Wowee!" Toki gasped, thinking on the brutal words.
"I know!" Nathan smiled at Toki's reaction. "It's one of my favorites."
"I wants to reads it," Toki demanded resolutely.
"Hold on there, uh, Toki. You can't just read it. You can hardly speak English, let alone read, uh, this complicated text."
"Then…reads it to me!"
"Maybe later," Nathan consented. He gently took Toki's hand and lead him back to his room.
"Waits," Toki stopped him. They were both in Nathan's room, completely alone. The guitarist sighed contentedly and looked up at the singer happily. "I wants to tries somethings."
"Okay," Nathan allowed cautiously. He began to cringe when Toki got on his knees and stared determinedly at Nathan's groin. "Uh, what are you doing?"
"Skwisgaar tells me bouts this things called nosebleeds. He says it's nicest thing ladies ever dones for him." Toki began panting. "So, I does it for you. You means lots to me, Na'tans. I thinks…I thinks I loves you."
"Oh, uh, Toki…you don't mean…?" Nathan knew exactly what he meant when Toki began unbuttoning the bigger man's pants and pulled them down around his ankles. His lips began prodding in an uncomfortable place.
"Dette er riktig…jeg bare vet det…" Toki muttered with a mouthful.
"You don't have to…oh…" Nathan felt himself warming and sweating. After a moment, though, he pushed Toki away and pulled his pants back up. Toki frowned.
"I does somethings wrong, ja?" Nathan saw a tear form on Toki's lower eyelid. It found a trail down his pale cheek until the frontman interrupted it's path. He wiped the tear away gently.
"No. Not at all, Toki. I just don't want…I don't want our, uh, relationship…I don't want it to be based on sex. You mean…Toki, you mean too much to waste. Just go to bed alone tonight. I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast."
Toki managed a small smile before disappearing. Immediately after he was gone, Nathan relaxed onto his bed – alone. He couldn't believe the Norwegian had such incentive. It had been completely his idea, Nathan hadn't even prodded it out of him. It was strange – Toki was so innocent, even referring to the act as a "nosebleed," yet he was the provocative one in the relationship. He almost had the prowess of Skwisgaar. Everything seemed wrong with it, yet so perfect.
Nathan poured himself a glass of brandy and allowed himself to slip into a coma-like sleep for the first time in a long time.
A/N
Okay, the Norwegian that Toki said was "It's right...I just know it." I figured you guys would want to know. Anyway, I'm thinking I won't get anymore slashy than that right there, although I may go up to this point again. Hope you're enjoying it as much as me! :) ~Sanathia