Dethklok - Pickled Deth
A Dethklok Fanfic
By: Kotomi
Chapter Three:
The Moment of Truth
Drumsticks...There were drumsticks on the floor...I was on the floor. How'd I get here? I look at the clock and it read 10:15 PM. How long was I out? I grab the drumsticks started ratta-tapping on the floor without much thought. I remember everything. Drum lessons...the kiss. I cupped my own face in my hand. Oh god the kiss. Pickles is pissed or whatever.
I grab the other set of drumsticks and held them for awhile. I wonder if he's awake...I should go give these back to him. Hey, it's a converstation starter. I don't want us to never talk again because of some stupid kiss...
I turn on the radio to help blind-out the memory of the "incident" with Pickles. Some bastard was messing with my radio! It was on this fucked up radio station with the wannabe rappers and shit. I listen closely to a song that was playing:
"I love it, I love it You love it, you love it Every time, every time We touchn', we touchn'
I want it, I want it You want it, You want it I'll see you, see you In the mornin', in the mornin'"
"AURGHA!" I grunted in discust.
I quickly change the station randomly hoping that it wasn't playing songs like that one. Once again, I listen closely:
"SEXUAL!
Sexual Healin
SEXUAL!
Can't wait to see you mastubate"
"OH JESUS CHRIST!!" I screamed with my fist in the air. "FINE! I'll go talk to him!"
I'm telling you all that God is out for me dammit.
I grab the two pairs of drumsticks and shut the door furiously. I am sick and tired of this shit already! Time to end it...I bust open Pickles's door without much thinking or remembering to knock. Wrong mistake. Again.
Pickles was sitting at his computer desk infront of his laptop. I had caught him jacking-off again. I look at his screen and I see two men...two men?!
Pickles quickly took his hand away from his manhood and turned off his computer screen. His face was a bright red as he briskly pulled up his pants. He doesn't look at me. He just stares at the floor, looking like he was on the verge of tears. I didn't notice that I was red myself. I clear my throat:
"Umm...your uh...drumsticks." I said while setting them down on his bed.
He sighs and rubs his forehead. Was he really gonna cry?
"Thanks man..." Whispered Pickles.
I nodded. I wasn't really sure what to say. I caught him jacking-off to gay porn...so what? I'm with it and completly comfortable with the idea. Why the tears though?
"Last time...you caught me. I was trying to..." He paused. " I was trying to turn back straight."
I don't say anything.
"Y-you promise not to tell the guys? You don't h-hate me do you...?" Said Pickles while trying to hold back his sobs.
"I don't hate you. Well, I do but I don't. Know what I mean? I won't tell the guys shit either. Promise."
He nodded his head while holding his breath.
"Thanks man."
"Why would I hate you?"
He shrugs. "I dunno, people despise...gay people." Then he looks at me. "Faggots."
"I don't." I say flatly.
He gives me a small smile.
"When I was in the Snakes N Barrels band, none of my band mates knew that I was...you know." He hinted.
"Gay?"
"Yeah..." He went on. "Once day, I decided to tell them. You know, to get the pressure off of my chest. Bad idea."
I could tell that something bad happend. He was on the verge of tears again.
"They called me faggot, ass-fucker, and one night...they tied me up into a chair and made watch gay porn with them. They asked me if I liked how one guy fucked the other. They would slap me if I got a hard-on or even if it looked like I did..."
Pickles tried to continue on, but his sobbing was uncontrolable. He clutched his face and collapsed on his knees. His face was contorted in rage and sorrow as the tears ran freely down his face.
"They beat me Nat'an...they beat me!" Sobbed Pickles. "I'm afraid that Toki, Skwisgaar and Murderface will do the same!"
I squated down next to him and cupped his tear-stained face in my hands. Ugh, how cheesy...but hey. He's sad. I'm sad. Gotta do something 'bout it.
"They won't lay a finger on you." I whispered while wiping away his tears. " Even if they tried, which I highly doubt, I'll break off their damn fingers, fry 'em, and feed their fucking fried fingers to them."
Pickles looked suprised and relieved at the same time.
"T-thanks...Nat'an." He said softly. "You're a good friend."
He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tightly. I hug him back. Not just the regular plain, sissy hug. A warm and thankful hug. Eh, I guess being nice and caring wasn't so bad as I thought it would be. It actually felt...nice. Oh God, here we go again...
We both released our grips and stood up. He wiped away his remaining tears while turning away from me.
"Well, I'm going back to uh...work" He said while making a gesture at his computer.
"Do I have to go?" I said without thinking...again.
Pickles turned around and looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
"If you didn't get what I was trying to say, let me just say it again. I'm going back to my computer and watch some gay porn."
I folded my arms. "Invite me into your world. I want to see this."
"Oh, no you-"
"Yes I do."
Pickles folded his arms as well.
"You aren't gonna hit me too are you?" He teased.
"It depends. If you start to cry again, I might have to." I teased back.
"You sure you want to? Don't you think you'll feel a little...uncomfortable?"
I took a deep breath. It was time to be honest. To be honest with myself.
"You kissed me and I didn't feel uncomfortable."
Pickles face turned bright red. He looked at the floor nervously.
"Uh...yeah..." He muttered.
He turned back to the computer screen and turned it back on. One the screen, there was two men kissing each otehr passionatly while pumping each others manhood. Without a word, he clicked the "play" button and erotic clip began.
I watched in curiousity and...I guess in some sort of pleasure as I watched them give each other blowjobs. They even licked each others asshole and...liked it! There moans and the "thwaping" sound seemed sensual to me. I could tell that Pickles was enjoying this too. The clip ended and Pickles turned off his screen.
"Well?" He said quietly.
"It was...it was more exciting than I thought." I admitted.
I walked over to his bed and sprawled ontop of his bed. Whoa...my body is just all worked up.
"You serious?" Pickles questioned indisbelief.
He came up and sat right next to me. I could see that he was getting more tense.
I turned towards his end-table. I notice an old picture of him long ago with his styled hair, eyeliner, and his belly shirt. He looked very attractive back then. Of course he still does today.
"Why did you change your hair and get rid of your eyeliner?" I asked him.
"Like what you and the guys said...I looked retarded." He said blantly.
I grabed one of his dreadlocks and twirlled it around my fingers.
"Well, I lied. You looked good. Great." I began to blush. "Hot."
Pickles didn't say anything. He got up from the bed and laced his fingers above his head. Was he mad at me? Discusted? I don't care anymore. I have to be honest.
"Pickles."
"What?"
I got up from the bed and stood up, facing his back.
"Look at me."
"Don't say it Nat'an."
I grabbed his shoulders and forced him to look into my eyes.
"I like you, I think I even love you, fucking dick. We've always been good friends and I've trusted you with alot of things like you have with me. I don't care that we're metalheads dammit. Ever since that kiss..."
"That kiss never should have happend! It made you think that you love me and shit. The truth is this: You're dumb Nat'an. You don't love me. You think you do!" He spat.
I let go of him. "No, I see the real truth. You're just scared. You don't want to be hurt again like before. You're fucking scared."
I walk over to his door and look him directly into his eyes.
"I may be dumb, but I know what love is."
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Dedication:
To Forest Gump
Jenn-ay...Jenn-ay
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