A/N Well, I've had a good run I think. This is the final chapter of Preklok everyone, and it is solely made of of Skwisgaar/Toki lemony goodness. I hope you guys enjoy it, and don't judge me too harshly because I'm really not all that good at lemon writing. Italics are Norwegian/Swedish.
Disclaimer: I don't own Metalocalypse.
Skwisgaar could admit that he had a libido from hell. In fact, he saw it as a sort of bragging right. All of this shit with the Metalocalypse, however, meant that he hadn't been satisfied in a very, very long time, even though he finally had the one person he cared for more than anyone else. To him, being so close to sweet, sexy little Toki without being able to screw him was the equivalent of being sent to the ninth layer of hell, and Toki obviously knew that. Even now, as they sat on the plane on the way to an airport in Oslo, Toki teased him by laying his hand on his thigh, leaning against him, kissing his cheek. It was torturous! His stupid Norwegian had better satisfy him the moment they arrived in their hotel room! The brunette stood to go to the bathroom and waved his ass, his perfect, perfect ass, in his face. By the time Toki returned he had gotten his guitar out and was playing an incredibly fast solo.
"What's wrong, Skwisgaar?" Toki asked, not seeing any reason to speak English when none of their bandmates were around.
"You're teasing me! Apparently you want to join the damn mile high club!" the blonde growled, and that was when Toki looked down and saw the bulge in the front of his fellow guitarist's pants. He laughed.
"You're so impatient! I promised you could do what you wanted when we got to the hotel, didn't I?" the brunette grinned, and Skwisgaar sighed.
"Yeah, you did, but I haven't fucked since the Metalocalypse started! I'm horny now," he smirked, spreading his legs slightly as though Toki would immediately drop to his knees to pleasure him.
"There are cameras all over the place, dumbass. I don't want the Klokateers or Charles to see me sucking your dick," Toki said, sliding by him to sit in his own seat. Skwisgaar gave a world weary sigh and continued to play, knowing no other way to distract himself from his issue since Toki, for some reason, had an issue with people watching him suck a dick.
LEMON AHEAD!
They arrived at the airport and, bags in hand, Skwisgaar quickly hailed them a cab and ordered the driver to get them to the hotel as quickly as possible. Toki, upon glancing down at Skwisgaar's lap, almost laughed when he noticed that the blonde was still hard. He glared over at him, shifting in the back seat of the cab, and dreaming of the moment when he'd get to get back at the brunette who sat beside him.
As soon as they got to the hotel Skwisgaar tossed some money at the cabbie and dragged Toki inside, barely able to wait long enough to check in before he dragged Toki upstairs. Everyone else in the lobby stared.
Skwisgaar's hands were shaking badly enough that he was barely able to get the key in the door to open it, and when he did he slammed it shut behind himself and Toki, threw the key and their bags on the ground, and tackled Toki down to the bed.
"You made me wait too damn long, my little Toki," the Swede growled huskily, grinding his hips down. Toki whined and stretched his neck up to press his lips to Skwisgaar's, his fists clenched in the blonde's black shirt. Skwisgaar pressed back easily, his higher level of experience allowing him to dominate the kiss and slip his tongue passed Toki's lips. Toki, not about to be outdone, grabbed blonde's ass and lifted his hips up, adding more pressure to the front of the blonde's straining jeans. The tall man groaned, long fingers moving to pull his own shirt over his head and then attempting to do the same to Toki's. Sensing an advantage, the brunette refused to sit up, instead moving his own fingers to fiddle with Skwisgaar's skull belt, slowly figuring out how to undo the damn thing and tossing it to the ground before moving on to undo the button of the jeans. That was when he heard fabric rip and broke away from the kiss to see his bare chest and the two halves of his shirt on his arms.
"Bastard! This is my favorite shirt!" Toki yelled, bucking Skwisgaar off and straddling the blonde, who moaned loudly and thrust his hips up.
"Ah! Sorry, sorry! Take the damn pants off yourself, yeah?" the blonde asked, and Toki rolled his eyes before standing up and undoing his own jeans before shimmying them down along with his underwear. Skwisgaar did the same from his place on the bed, and in minutes the two were bared to each other, desperate to unite with the other.
"You're lucky I love you, you dildo," Toki mumbled, getting back on the bed and crawling towards Skwisgaar, who palmed himself and moaned. "Don't finish yourself so soon," Toki stated with a smile, sucking his finger into his mouth then moving it behind himself. Skwisgaar shot up, his cock twitching slightly
"Turn around, my Toki." Toki once more rolled his eyes, though now he was flushed and gasping slightly, but he did turn to allow Skwisgaar to see his finger sinking deep into himself. "Another, Toki," he said, his hand sliding up and down his dick. The brunette nodded, slowly working another finger into himself and scissoring them, reaching deep into himself and caressing his prostate. The two Scandinavians moaned together, and the room was filled with the sound of Skwisgaar panting. "Toki, hurry! I want to come inside you!" Skwisgaar gasped, trying and failing to still his hand. Toki worked in a third finger quickly after that, and as soon as the burning ache eased he deemed he was ready to take Skwisgaar. He slid his fingers out slowly and crept over to Skwisgaar, who spread his legs for Toki to climb onto his lap. The younger guitarist did just that, positioning the blonde's dick and slowly sliding himself down onto it, both of them groaning and gasping the whole way. Toki, after about a minute of adjusting to Skwisgaar's girth, moved the blonde's hands to his hips and bounced up and down, his partners hips meeting him each time, and it wasn't long before the blonde struck Toki's prostate and had him screaming loudly and tensing, ropes of come splattering across their chests. He clenched tightly, and Skwisgaar soon came as well, though he stifled his scream by roughly biting Toki's neck, creating a large, easily visible hickey that he would hit him for later.
Slowly, lazily, the blonde fell backwards and slipped out of Toki, his come sliding down the smaller man's thighs.
"I'll go get something to clean us up with," the blonde said, and Toki grunted, almost asleep. By the time Skwisgaar returned with a damp rag in hand, his own chest cleaned, the younger was snoring quietly, and the blonde laughed softly. With a roll of his eyes he wiped his beautiful lover off and lay down in the bed with him, holding him tightly until morning.
LEMON OVER
Toki awoke the next morning to Skwisgaar playing with his hair, watching some mindless television show.
"Morning Toki. Did you sleep well?" Skwisgaar said.
"Yeah, it was nice. I was wondering, Skwisgaar, would you mind going to Lillehammer with me today? I'd... like to visit that old music shop, where we met," Toki said softly, and Skwisgaar smiled. "I think I'd like that as well. Do you need help dressing?" Skwisgaar smirked, and Toki glared as he tried to stand and fell back down. Skwisgaar laughed, standing up and opening Toki's suitcase to get him a new set of clothes, which he then helped him dress in before he dressed himself. The two, Toki leaning heavily on Skwisgaar, walked out of the hotel and got into another cab, which they had drive them to Lillehammer. Once they arrived they found the music shop, looking much the same as it always had, and inside he saw the shopkeeper sitting inside looking through a magazine. Toki happily opened the door, his hand held by Skwisgaar's. The shopkeeper looked up right away.
"Toki?" he asked, his hair having all fallen out now and his pot belly a bit bigger.
"Ja, it ams me! How has yous been?" he asked happily rushing up to hug his father figure while Skwisgaar crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.
"I've been good, no worse than I was before you left. Business has gotten a little better since tourists come through here now to see the great Toki Wartooth's hometown," he laughed, and Toki smiled.
"You remember Skwisgaar, right?" Toki asked, noticing the other man was pouting.
"Yeah, he still as much of an asshole as he was when we first met him?" the man smirked, Toki laughed, and Skwisgaar continued to glare.
"Ja, sometimes, but that ams what makes him him. He is ah... my boysfriend now. That ams why I wanteds to visit," Toki said, and the man though shocked, patted him on the back.
"That's great Toki! I'm happy for you two," he said, even going so far as to take Skwisgaar in a hug as well. "You guys wanna stay here for dinner? I haven't had good company in a while," he said, and Toki nodded happily.
"Ja, ja, even with Jean Pierre around I miss yous food. We ams goings to be staying here in Norsway for abouts a month, then we ams going on to Swedens," he said, and the man nodded.
"If you guys want you can stay here for a week or something," the man shrugged, but Skwisgaar shook his head.
"We ams will stay tonight, maybes tomorrow, but den we ams was wantings to visit a couple of others places." The man nodded, and for the rest of the night they chatted with each other happily, Toki and Skwisgaar glad to be done with the Metalocalypse, glad to be alive, glad to be together.
A/N Alright guys, it's all over! Sorry the lemon was so short and relatively lacking in detail, but it was just something I wanted to include. I hope everyone enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!