I'm not sure if you could call this the Epilogue to my story or simply a 4th chapter. It's your choice. If you are not a fan of slash, you can choose to ignore this chapter like many of us ignored the Epilogue to Harry Potter. ~gives meaningful look to the fans out there~

Anyway, this may be the final chapter to this story, but I am not done writing Dethklok fanfics by a long shot. So keep an eye out. Enjoy!

***SUPER SLASH WARNING***...and some WAFF

I don't own shit.

Kindred

July 2009

(in between season 2 and 3)

Charles Foster Ofdensen was dead.

Skwisgaar lie on his polar bear skin bedspread as his fingers danced quietly across the strings of his Gibson. He reflected solemnly on the events of the past few days.

The funeral for their CFO was a week ago and he had to admit, as elaborate and ornate as it was, it wasn't good enough. The sealed casket was made out of black oak and was burned, viking style, before the band and all the klokateers to see. He would have preferred to see the robot...Charles's face -he corrected himself- one more time before he was reduced to ashes and cast into the winds. However, his will had very strict instructions to make it otherwise.

They were still watching the flames of Mordhaus be doused when they received the news that Charles was pronounced dead. Skwisgaar didn't believe it. Even when his managers body was slipped into a black, zippered bag and carried off by the coroner, the lead guitarist stood numb for several long moments. It was definitely not brutal to show emotion at his passing, especially when employees were dropping like flies on an almost common basis around Mordhaus. But when Toki was informed of the news, even in his inebriated state, he understood and without shame started to openly sob. Falling to his knees in the ash laden mud, he wept like a child.

Seeing such a display of emotion caused the Swedes well built resolve to crack around the edges. It had a similar affect on the rest of the band. Nathan looked at his shoes intently, his hair hiding his eyes misting up. William burst out, saying, "Schtupid fucking Robot! Who needsh em!" But couldn't hide the tremble in his shoulders and the intense clench in his jaw. Nobody responded to his statement, knowing that not a word of it was true.

Pickles was surprisingly open with his emotions, although not as much as Toki. He wiped away a few of his own tears with his wristbands as he helped Toki up. "C'mon, Toki. Charlie wouldn't want ye in the mud like that." Once he got him to his feet the younger man stood with his back to Skwisgaar for a moment, watching their home smolder.

In the next few moments Nathan, Pickles and William dispersed to check on the damage and make sure the threat had passed. Skwisgaar knew it would probably be wise to look around as well, but for some reason he couldn't leave his band mates side. Especially in the state he was in.

For a long few moments they both stood in silence, Skwisgaar wasn't sure if there was anything he could say to snap Toki out of it or make him feel better. He opened his mouth to try. "Toki..." He didn't get any more words out as the younger man spun around and wrapped his arms around his ribs, pressing his face into Skwisgaars black shirt. He made no sound, but the trembling in his shoulders gave away his sobs.

The blonde held his arms far to his sides awkwardly. Sex with countless women was one thing, but he wasn't one for people invading his personal space without permission. Under normal circumstances he would have pushed Toki away and call him a crybaby, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

Hesitating at first, he slowly wrapped his arms around Toki's shaking shoulders, feeling them slow to a stop under his touch. It was at that moment that Skwisgaar realized that the first real hug he had received since Merit, was from the sobbing Norwegian in his arms.

As he rested his chin on top of the other mans head he prayed to the Norse Gods that nobody was watching.

Opening his eyes, Skwisgaar took in the blinding white ceiling of his own room. With the renovations going on all hours of the day he didn't get his usual 4am-noon sleep. He must have nodded off.

Thankfully their sleeping quarters weren't as badly damaged as the main halls. A few boards of sheet rock and a coat of paint and his room was as good as new. Although the fabric still held the slight smell of smoke, no matter how much it had been washed.

Skwisgaar looked at the clock on his end table, 2:35am. He probably should get some sleep while he could, but he was feeling restless. Maybe a drink or some six-star food would help him sleep. As he sat up on the edge of his bed he wondered to himself how they could save Jean Pier after he went through chopper blades, but they couldn't save their father figure -he admitted that much now- from a beating.


Sitting in the middle of the tiled kitchen floor Toki flipped through the pages of the Finnish Folklore Book Of Necronomic Spells as he double checked his ingredients. Water, carbon, ammonia, phosphorus, salt, sulfur, fluorine, iron, lime, iron, silicon, and remains of the person you wanted to bring back.

Considering the ash remains of Charles's body was flowing the upper gulf stream at the moment, Toki had to settle for a few strands of hair he got from a comb he found in their managers bathroom.

The tables, chairs, and rolling shelves in the kitchen were pushed to the sides of the wall, making room for a ten foot diameter spell circle. A circle with an eight pointed star and various other points, shapes, and symbols were drawn out with the salt and other elements. The rest was mixed in with a large pot of water in the middle of the circle.

Blood of the one casting the spell was the last ingredient.

Taking one final puff of his joint he put it out in a nearby ashtray before taking a swig of Jack Daniels. He wanted to get this done and cleaned up before the construction crew came back in the morning. Picking up a pairing knife he slit his thumb as he approached the circle. Standing at its edge he began to squeeze his finger over the border line.

The wind was knocked out of him as he was slammed back onto one of the stainless steel tables. Above him was a pale blonde blur as a fist made contact with his jaw. His head was still spinning when he was hoisted back up by the collar of his shirt. "What the FUCK do you think you're doing, Toki?!" He heard Skwisgaars deep voice in the most angry tone he had ever heard come from the mans mouth.

Warm blood began to flow from the corner of Toki's split lip as he responded. "Tryings to bring Ofdensen back!" He yelled back at the taller man, the corners of his eyes welling up.

Skwisgaar looked at the book on the table and shook Toki by the shirt when he saw what page he was on. "Don't you think I read through that whole fucking book the moment we got back into the house? I didn't follow up on any of them because we have no fucking idea what we're doing and the smallest fuck up makes your life forfeit. Example!" He dragged the younger man back to the spell, purposefully breaking the salt line with his foot as they neared it.

Still holding Toki up with one hand he pointed to the pot in the middle of the room. "I'd bet my skills as a guitarist that you didn't include stainless steel in the ingredients."

Toki's eyes went wide as he realized his grave error. Skwisgaar must have seen the expression on his face because he released his shirt and went to the table, picking up the knocked over bottle of Jack and taking a swig of it himself. Leaning against the wall he slid to the floor. "Toki." He continued calmly in Swedish, not wanting to be misunderstood. "Do you have so little stock in your own life?" The younger man said nothing, still staring at the circle. "He's gone Toki. We're just going to have to manage without him."

"I'm sick of it, Skwisgaar." He said, talking half to himself. "Everyone I begin to care about dies. Why would it make much of a difference if I went too while trying to get one of them back? It's not like any of you guys care about me."

Skwisgaar opened his mouth and closed it again, unsure how to respond.

Not bothering to stand up Toki crawled the few feet between them and leaned against the wall near Skwisgaar, snatching the bottle away from the blonde and taking two large gulps. "I'll be loosing you next, I suppose." He said, slurring a bit. Looking to his side he saw a quizzical look cross the blondes face.

"What's you mean, Toki?" Skwisgaar asked, unaware that he had switched back to English.

Perhaps it was the alcohol coursing through his veins, the close call with death, or the light concussion combined with the close proximity to his band mate, but in one fleeting instant Toki thought, 'Fuck it.' Next thing he felt was his own bruising lips crashing down on top of Skwisgaars.

They stayed like that for a few long seconds before Skwisgaar pushed him away roughly. It took Toki an instant to realize that the overhead florescent lights had been turned on and someone was coming into the kitchen. Before Toki could respond Skwisgaar was on his feet and opening the door to the massive walk in fridge, obstructing the view of the ruined spell circle and disheveled rhythm guitarist.

"Whadyoo doing up this early... or late?" Pickles voice echoed off the walls.

"Just getinks drinks. Cant sleeps. Whats you ams doings awake?"

"I been playing dis pre-released copy of dis game, Borderlands. Its addictive." There was some rummaging in the fridge as the drummer picked a bottle of liquor. "Ya wanna play? There's a co-op mode." There was a pause. "Izzat blood on your face?"

Skwisgaar grabbed a beer, wiping the blood off the corner of his lip. "Whats? A vampires can't be gettingks a snacks without being bothered?" He joked. Toki heard Pickles chuckle. "Ja, sure. I plays de games." He said closing the fridge door, making sure that Pickles was half way out of the kitchen before he did. As Skwisgaar passed through the door he glanced back at Toki over his shoulder before vanishing as well.

Sprawled out on the tile floor, Toki licked his lips wincing both at his stinging split lip and the friendship he had potentially just destroyed.


~Three days later

Normally Skwisgaar didn't gather up his own laundry, but his mind was in need of occupation and plucking at his Gibson -for once- just wasn't doing it. It didn't take him long and for a moment he thought about washing it himself...but then thought better of it. He would probably shrink the whole load. As he placed it outside his bedroom door he nearly bumped into one of his personal Klokateers.

"Oh! Pardon me, my Lord." Said number 626. As far as his assistants go, she was one of the rare ones that remained uninjured and alive for the longest among her ranks. Some of the other Klokateers joked that she was as resistant as the little Disney monster that shared her number. "Was I tardy, Sir? I was just about to come get this for you."

"No." Skwisgaar said flatly. "I am just tryingks to keep busy."

She paused a moment, searching for words. "If I may be so bold to ask, my Lord. Is something bothering you? I know since Sir Ofdensens passing the house seems downtrodden, but you seem a bit on edge these last few days...Sir." She added. "Is it anything I can help with?"

Skwisgaar considered a moment. Ever since Toki had hastily kissed him in the kitchen he avoided him at all cost, and when they were forced to be in the same room, the younger man never made eye contact.

The fact that Skwisgaar wasn't completely repulsed by the kiss bothered him more than anything. He was the token man-whore of Dethklok, and there was nothing metal about kissing other guys.

He had liked it, and hated himself for it.

As if on cue, the object of his irritation walked by his door towards the kitchen, not peeking in or acknowledging him in any way. To say things were awkward was to say that the ocean was damp.

"Notinks I tink you can be helpinks with." He said solemnly.

If Skwisgaar could see 626's face under her hood, he would have seen her raise an eyebrow to the stomach clenching look on her blonde wards face. "Well if you need anything, my Lord, don't hesitate to page me." She turned and left the room, picking up his laundry as she went and leaving the agitated metal god behind her.


Tucking the black shirt into his hip-ass pocket Toki grinned to himself that his pickpocketing skills were still up to snuff enough to snatch things from dirty clothes hampers unnoticed. Leaving his prize for later he pushed open the stainless double doors to the kitchen and made his way to the fridge. Rummaging for a specific tupperwear container he mused on recent events.

The kitchen had been cleaned up since 'that night' and all the tables moved back to their original location, but ever time he glanced at the corner where he kissed Skwisgaar he got a nervous tightness in his stomach. Partially because it opened up a floodgate of emotions, both good and bad, and changed his his feelings of admiration for the taller guitarist to a misplaced sexual tension that would not go away.

Every time he looked at the man his face felt hot and he had to will himself, with much difficulty, to not lick his lips at the blondes image. He wondered if this is how all those fan girls felt.

To make matters worse, Skwisgaar seemed more distant than ever. Going so far as refraining from making fun of him, even when Toki left him wide open for an insult.

Their relationship was always one of admiration, annoyance, respect, skill, and a stable balance of mutual disdain and friendship. Now, Toki was certain that Skwisgaar hated him. It was only a matter of time before it began to affect the band and he would be kicked out in due time. He might as well just enjoy his time in Mordhaus while it lasted.

Finding the scallop ceviche (seafood cured in lime juice with herbs) he put the container on the table before scooping some on homemade crackers Jean Pier had left for them. Forgetting a drink he went back into the walk-in fridge, the door closing most of the way behind him.

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Pushing the double doors open Skwisgaar scanned the kitchen. He was certain that Toki had come down the hallway in this direction. As the sound of his boots on the tile echoed against the walls as he searched. He needed to talk to the other guitarist and he needed to talk to him now. Before the tension between the two of them began to effect the rest of the band.

Finding plate of food and an open container on one of the counter tops, he looked around again for whomever was eating it. Picking up a cracker he smelled it, finding it mouth watering. It must have been Tokis. Nobody ate fish as much as the younger man did, other than Skwisgaar of course. Figuring he would at least enjoy a snack before continuing his search he lifted one of the morsels to his mouth.

The cracker was millimeters from his lips when a strong hand grasped the Swede's wrist. "Don't touch dat!" Toki said quickly. Where had he come from? "Its full wit cilantro."

Wrist still being held, Skwisgaar swallowed hard. He was normally so careful about checking his food for the herb that he was violently allergic to. Had Toki not stopped him, he would probably have gone into anaphylactic shock and been dead on the kitchen floor within minutes.

Tokis hand still around his wrist, they looked at each other for a few long seconds. Each individual not knowing the appropriate thing to say.

But when the younger guitarist pulled the morsel and Skwisgaars fingers into his mouth the blondes breath caught in his throat. For an instant Toki's azure gaze lingered on his while drowning in such lust Skwisgaar wondered if it was really his band mate standing before him. As he pulled away it left a string of saliva from Toki's bruised lips to Skwisgaars glistening fingers.

When the brunette leaned in closer the small of Skwisgaars back pressed hard against the cold steel of the table. He had never backed away from someones advances before, but then again he had never been advanced on by an extremely well built, skilled, male guitarist. "Toki?" He choked.

Whatever had the rhythm guitarist on autopilot immediately shattered, changing his expression from lust to fear. Without another word or explanation he turned and left. The double doors swinging freely as Toki fled the room. It was only then that Skwisgaar realized that he was leaning back, half way across the stainless steel table.

There was no denying that his fingers tingled from more than the traces of cilantro on them, and there was no excuse for why his pants were suddenly a size too small.

Sitting up he took a deep breath to try and gather himself. He hat to talk to Toki and fix this whole situation. He couldn't very well risk the younger man approaching him like that again in front of other people.

Taking a few moments he considered the ways to approach his fellow guitarist. He had to nip this in the bud before it got any worse for the good of the band. Despite what his body and heart was telling him, his mind would have to win over...for once.


Toki's heart was pounding in his chest as he slammed his bedroom door closed behind him. What the fuck was that?! His thoughts screamed at him. His concern for his band mates safety switched over to lust so quickly when he touched the bare skin of Skwisgaars arm. He wanted so badly to touch more of that pale, perfect skin. For his mouth to explore it, touch it, taste it.

His cock was pressing painfully against his normally loose pants as the visions ran through his head. He needed to relieve some tension, now, or he would go insane.

Throwing himself on his bed he unzipped his jeans and took his member in his hand and gave it a few quick strokes. He closed his eyes and imagined long slender fingers doing it instead. Remembering his prize, he reached into his pocket and pulled out Skwisgaars shirt which he inhaled deeply. His mind was drunk with pheromones as began to stroke himself faster and with more urgency. In what seemed like record time he was nearing his climax as he moaned desperately into the stolen shirt.

He was so caught up in the moment he forgot that he had neglected to lock his bedroom door. When he was so close to coming he could taste it, the door swung open.


Skwisgaar could scarcely believe what he was seeing. Not only had he caught someone masturbating, but it was the same person who was nearly grinding against him moments earlier, and... "Ams dat my shirt?" He asked, lacking anything better to say.

"No!" Toki squeaked, tucking the offending article behind his bed as he made a vain attempt to cover himself.

This time it was Skwisgaars turn to grab Toki's wrists. The Swede was vain, that much was known to everyone, but catching someone masturbating to the smell of his dirty laundry, well... that was something that stroked more than his ego. "What has you been doingks to yourself, Little Toki?" Skwisgaar whispered hoarsely as he released the younger mans wrists.

Toki instinctively backed himself against his bedroom wall, his eyes still wide in shock. "I...mmm" He started, but was cut off when Skwisgaars lips crashed around his own. He could feel him tense under his administrations at first, but once his tongue began to tease his mouth he melted.

Strong hands tangled themselves in blonde locks as he lowered himself onto his band made. He could feel his member grind against his lower abs as he began to gyrate over him, causing him to moan into his mouth. It was a sound he would not soon forget.

Pulling away for an instant Skwisgaar pulled his shirt over his head and discarded it to a random corner of the room. When Toki did the same he crashed back down onto him. Right now there was no gay or straight, right or wrong, up or down. There was just the two kindred spirits, doing what they both had wanted to do for longer than either of them would acknowledge.

Toki gasped as Skwisgaar reached between the two of them and took the younger mans member in his hand, stroking it at the same pace the two of them were grinding together.

Dominating over him, watching his cerulean eyes roll back in his head as a flush crossed his handsome face, and his hard body tense under his administrations was one of the hottest things the blonde had ever seen. He had to have him, now.

Taking his hand away from Toki he watched as his eyes pleaded not to stop. Skwisgaar didn't waste time stripping himself of his boots and remaining clothes as Toki did the same. Before returning to his pleading lips he ran a well salivated hand over his own member before doing similar to Toki's weeping length, causing another guttural wine of pleasure to emanate from the brunette.

On top of the other man again Skwisgaar ran his hand south of Toki's glistening erection, teasing a wet finger around the younger mans entrance. When he inserted a finger a mew escaped Toki's mouth instead of the expected wine or hiss of pain. In the back of Skwisgaars dirty mind he wondered if Toki had done this to himself in the past. When he inserted a second and third finger the rhythm guitarist was practically bucking his hips up into him for more.

Granting his wish, Skwisgaar nudged Toki's legs aside with his knees and pressed his throbbing erection at his entrance. Slowly, tortuously, he pushed in. Pulling yet another moan of pleasure from his partners lips as he sheathed himself fully.

Not needing any, there was no tender slow dance to their lovemaking. It was fast, and hard, and as brutal as any of the music either of them had ever played. It wasn't long before both of their worlds shattered, leaving the two of them in a sweaty, messy pile of metal Gods.

Not really knowing why, Toki wrapped his arms around the taller man laying on him and placed his chin atop the blondes disheveled head.

They would wait till later to figure out weather they wanted to do this again, which they would. Whether to inform the band, which they wouldn't for a long while. And weather it would effect the continuity of the band, which it didn't.

Right before Toki drifted off to sleep he realized that finally, his sheets didn't smell like smoke anymore.

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Fucking finally!!! OMG you have no idea how many writers block moments I had writing this chapter. Phew!

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