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Chapter 4, Part 3

The Only Night That Mattered

[TOKI'S P.O.V.]

Toki was breathing heavily as he burst through the door to Skwisgaar's room. This was it. He didn't have to hide his feelings anymore. He could just let everything out at once. As Skwisgaar looked up, he fell into his arms and started sobbing, "Skwisgaar, I tolds him-"

His eyes darted over to the door as he asked, "Whats the fucks did yous do?"

"He saids that we could haves one night."

"What the fucks did you—wait, whats?"

He couldn't help but smile and say happily, "One nights, he saids, to get my heart in the right place."

Skwisgaar's eyes widened and he asked, "What? Why would he gives you up?"

Unable to resist the urge—or the tight feeling of his pants—any longer, he kissed Skwisgaar. When he pulled away he said, "I don'ts knows, but I thinks that I loves you both."

And in pure act of desperate longing, Toki began pulling at Skwisgaar's belt, fumbling to undo it before the Swede said, "Toki, what ams you-"

"I wants more of you to see."

Skwisgaar was silent for a second, staring down at him oddly, as if he was some new alien form of life he had never seen. "Toki, ammnest I ever having told you just how great you are?"

Toki felt a pleasant warm feeling fill his heart as he arched a brow and asked in the nicest way he knew how, "How greats?"

Skwisgaar kissed him and whispered, "The greatest."

This was impossible! Never before had anyone ever said such nice things to him...Pickles, of course, said he was sexy and nice, but Skwisgaar just seemed to be behaving with such genuine affection. Toki had never seen him like this. Skwisgaar pulled away, but Toki caught him and began pleading, trying desperately to make the Swede give him his all, "Skwisgaar, please. I needs more of this—of you."

"What ammnest you sayings, Toki?" Skwisgaar asked in a sort of terrified whisper. "Ammnest you saying that you wants me to fucks you?"

He nodded. "Please, Skwisgaar. I wants you so badly..." the own pleading urgency in his voice surprised him, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered now, only one thing. He wanted to feel Skwisgaar. He had to feel Skwisgaar.

"Toki, I..."

"...I...I thinks that I loves you." he hadn't meant to say it, in fact he had been thinking it. Somehow it had just slipped past his lips.

Skwisgaar's face gained a look of extreme thought and wonderment. What came after was a long pause, one which made Toki fear that he had said the wrong thing. This fear quickly melted away, though, as Skwisgaar gave a little, surrendering sigh and said,"Damns it, Toki, you ammnest just so beautiful," he said before getting to his feet. Toki's bit his lip. Where was he going? Had he said something bad?

"Where you going? I did something wrong?"

"No, dild—no, my Toki. I was just getting bed ready." and Skwisgaar went and took a half glance at the bed.

Toki grinned at this. What was he thinking about as he stared at the bed like that? Was Skwisgaar imagining the two of them having sex? His face turned pink at this thought and he blinked his eyes as images of Skwisgaar's naked body, perfect, flawless, and shimmering with sweat, filled his brain. His smile grew, and when he looked back over to Skwisgaar now, he was surprised to find him still staring at that damn bed. What was the problem? Toki wanted to be in his arms now, kissing him and feeling him all over. Why did he seem so hesitant?

"Skwisgaar, why you look at your bed likes that?"

"I was just...uh..." and for some reason he didn't bother to finish his sentence. Instead he walked back over to Toki and picked him up with minimal effort. Slowly he carried him over to the bed and laid him down. "...just thinkings how beautiful you ammnest goings to look naked."

I knews it! Toki thought delightedly as he began removing his clothes. Skwisgaar was tense as he took off his own clothes and stared at him. It was odd. He had never seen the Swede like this before. Usually he was cocky, he knew what he was talking about or doing—now he just looked lost and a little scared. What he said next confirmed these assumptions.

"You...uh...wants me to fucks you now?"

"Ja, I wants you to so bads." was his response. He couldn't resist it, not a second longer. He couldn't resist not touching Skwisgaar. Toki delicately put some of the other man's blond hair behind his ear and smiled at him sweetly.

"Mmm." Skwisgaar said as he rolled over. Toki gladly fell into the sheets and stared up at him. He was nice, like a golden God. The way his hair draped over his shoulder, tickling Toki's neck as it passed lightly over his skin...it all gave him goosebumps.

Skwisgaar flipped his head, trying to get his hair out of his face, before he leaned down and kissed him. Toki let his curious eyes wander down to the one place that he was longing for, and there it was. His mouth watered a little and his whole body tingled.

"You knows what Pickle taught me?" he asked, unable to contain himself any longer.

"Huh?" He sounded slightly hesitant, but as his callused hand ran over Toki's abs, he asked, "What ammnest he teach you?"

"Might make you cum," he said warily. "Makes him cum."

"Just dos it, please." Skwisgaar. He sounded so curious, his voice thick with emotion. Toki looked back down at the Swede's erection and with a careful hand, he began stroking it. What came next made his own erection grow.

As his thumb passed over the head, a deep groan arose from Skwisgaar's throat and his head rolled back. He closed his blue eyes and hissed between clenched teeth, "Oh, Toki..."

Then, just as Toki had begun to really get into it was about to put it in his mouth, Skwisgaar slapped his hand away. "If I only gets to do this once to you, I wants to do it."

"Oh," he said, biting his lower lip a little in embarrassment. "I ams sorrys."

"Don't be. You ammnest perfect," Skwisgaar said as he kissed him. The warm feeling raced throughout Toki's body again at the hot feeling of the Swede's tongue. It was so wonderful, so perfect. He had to have more. Without the restraint of clothes, he pressed his stiff cock against Skwisgaar's and closed his eyes.

Both of them together like this...it was perfect.

"You ams goings to make love to me now?" he asked.

Skwisgaar let out an odd sound and nodded. "Ja," he said, trying to hold in his tears, "I ammnest...if you wants me to..."

"Oh, I dos," Toki said, smiling shyly. He had opened his eyes to see him crying. It didn't embarrass him, just made him want to ask questions, so he sat up a little and kissed away a salty tear as it fell down the Swede's cheek. It tasted good. "Cause you ams the most perfect person that I ever seen." he wiped away the rest of the tears with his fingers carefully before continuing, "And your eyes ams the most beautiful ones that I ever see."

"O-Okays," was Skwisgaar said. Toki frowned at this. No. He didn't want it like this. He wanted Skwisgaar to be happy, to be calling out his name and loving him...not crying.

"No more crying, please. Why you cry?"

"Cause I never thought dat...you and me...always I haves to watch Pickle do this things to you, and I dream of it, ever singe, stupid, fucking nights I dream of its..."

His heart filled with a sudden guilt. Pickles. Toki tried not to tear up at the thought of the hurt Pickles must be feeling right about now, knowing that the only person he loved in the world was fucking someone else...still, part of him still wondered. He wondered how much Skwisgaar could love him, how good it could be.

"Then dos it, Skwisgaar." he said finally.

This seemed to help Skwisgaar to calm down a little as he tried to put his long hair over his shoulder again. Then he spread his legs and grabbed Toki. One of his hands slid behind his back and forced him so very close. Their bodies meshed together with such perfection that Toki really believed that they had always been like this, always constantly fucking each other. It was just like they had each been made for this—for each other.

His heart raced as Skwisgaar thrust his hips forward and entered him. He let out a sharp gasp. Was it supposed to be like this? It felt impossibly amazing, but also painful...Toki bit his lip hard now and closed his eyes tight. This was pleasure and pain mingling together, becoming one. Suddenly he wanted it to all stop. He wasn't ready for this, it was too much. Pickles never hurt him this much...he never hurt him at all, come to think of it. Skwisgaar must have been bigger than him, far larger. Then he hit Toki's sweet spot. The Norwegian's body became rigid with pleasure and he moaned. The pleasure had returned, enough to dilute the pain...for the time being.

"Oh, Skwisgaar, yes, yes..." Toki gasped suddenly as he arched his back and spread his legs a little more. The pleasure was indescribable. He had to have more. He had to have more of Skwisgaar pressing inside of him, striking that special spot with such wonderful force.

"T-Toki," Skwisgaar gasped. Toki let out a little groan as the pain began returning. Shit, this was getting to be bad. Burning had taken over, a horrible sensation of agony...but he sort of liked it. Then he felt a strong, determined hand take his cock and begin to stroke.

Oh Gods, this ams too much...he thought. Too much pains and niceness...what ams I doings with him?

He didn't quite know, so he just let out a moan and rasped, "Dos me!"

He wasn't sure if it was a plead to keep going or to stop. Either way, though, things might be made better. Then the thought entered his head. The thought of Pickles' gentle touch...the first time they had made love...

[Tell me if I'm hurting you, okay?

Okay, Pickle.

'Cause I don't wanna do 'dat.

Okays.

I never wanna hurt you...ever.]

"...Toki, I loves you." Skwisgaar said, pulling him back into the present. "Oh, you feels so good."

Hoping that it would ease the growing burning and ripping pain that coursed through him, he wrapped his arms around Skwisgaar's neck and pulled himself up. God, he was on fire. Hot, burning fire. Was it good or bad? He couldn't tell anymore, it was just fire, and it was burning him up. Suddenly he had an urge to cry, but he resisted. He resisted for Skwisgaar. Instead, he dug his nails into the Swede's skin and brushed his cheek against the other man's in a futile attempt to bring the slow, soft comfort of Pickles back into his mind. That seemed to be the only way he'd survive this. "Yous insides me feel so fuckings nice..."

...and bads.

But mostly, he had to admit, it was nice. Better than nice.

Skwisgaar just kept thrusting and thrusting, panting loudly. Toki, trying to get the previous ecstasy back, tried to keep up with his pace. He looked up and stared at the Swede for the first time. He looked wild, totally untamed. His blond hair clung to his skull with sweat, his once golden roots darkened to a light brown. Every inch of him shined with sweat, and for a moment Toki was reminded of his previous vision of Skwisgaar fucking him like this...just like this. Was this any better?

"Skwisgaar, you fucks me so good..."

It was partly true. He was like a God to Toki, then. Like a fantastic sex God, one who was so flawlessly perfect...but it hurt. God, did it hurt. It hurt so much that he could barley feel when Skwisgaar cummed inside of him in a warm, flowing rush. Then he forced himself to go as well, trying to complete Skwisgaar's vision of a perfect night. When Skwisgaar pulled out of him, there was an intimidate relief, but still there was pain. He winced as the Swede hugged him. Toki sighed and let his head fall against his shoulder.

[I never wanna hurt you...ever.]

EVER.

He opened his eyes and looked up at Skwisgaar, observing him carefully, making him frown. "Toki, what ammnest you-"

"You loves me? 'Cause I loves you."

There was a pause before he answered, "Ja, and I loves you too, now just comes here-" he pulled Toki closer to him and let him rest his head on his sweaty shoulder. "-and lets me hold you untils the morning."

He didn't quite know how to proceed from here. Pickles usually let him have all the covers and pillows and take a nice, long nap.

[I ams so tired, Pickle...

That's fine. You were amazing. Just go to sleep.

With all the covers and pillow?

Sure, I don't mind.

But where will you sleep?

I'm fine, don't worry about me. All I care about is you, now go to sleep.

Thanks you, Pickle.

That's fine, Toki. Goodnight. I love you.

I loves you to...]

Toki became quiet. That is, until he heard Skwisgaar chuckling to himself. Then he looked up, an inquisitive look on his face. "What ams you laughing at?"

"Nothings, I...I was just thinkings how much I loves your hair like this—over your shoulders and nice."

Toki couldn't help but smile at this. Sounds so much like something Pickle would say! "You thinks I ams cute."

"The cutest," he agreed. He bit his lip and blushed a little. He couldn't help it. Things had returned to normal again. Things felt good again. He could ignore the now dull, throbbing pain inside of him. But a more serious question came to him. He had to know.

"What do yous loves about me?"

Skwisgaar let out a sigh and said tiredly, "Do we really have to talk about that now? I'ms so tired."

And this hurt, introducing Toki to a whole new kind of pain. His heart skipped a beat at this and for one second the fearful thought of, Oh nos, did he just fucks me like he fucks everyone else? Did it not mean nothings to him? Had he thrown away Pickles for this?

Suddenly Skwisgaar, sensing Toki's hurt, began to ramble, "Well, I loves how you sometimes ams bitings your lower lip when yous smile, and-"

"I do 'dat?"

"Ja," Skwisgaar responded with a nod, "you do. It's adroables. Also, I loves you for the way you ammnest sometimes smile and turns red. 'Dat ammnest cutes too."

A little more soft, childish laughter. "That's nice. You ams so good to me, Skwisgaar." and he closed his eyes and let his head fall onto the Swede's bare chest. "So goods..."

So goods for talkings to me like Pickle does...making me miss him all overs again. He let out a little sigh, one that Skwisgaar didn't notice. Thoughts of the red-haired drummer filled his brain. He couldn't help it. He couldn't help but to think back to him. He loved him...but didn't he love Skwisgaar? Didn't he just have sex with him? Didn't he—

[I fixed you breakfast, Toki. Hey, Toki? You awake?

Huh? Yeahs, I'm awake. Wowee, breakfast? Thanks, Pickle!

Whatever. It's no big deal, really.

You's ams too good to me!

Yeah, I guess I'm okay. Just eat up, all right?

Okay! Thanks, Pickle.]

The next morning Toki awoke totally dazed and confused. He scratched his head and looked around the room, a brow arched. "Huh? Whats..." and then everything that had happened came racing back to him. His eyes grew wide and all he could think of as he pulled on his clothes—shit, that pain was still there, as prominent as ever!-was one person.

"Pickle, I mades mistake."

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**A/N

I decided to type this chapter as an afterthought.

It seemed to me that the reason as to why Toki chose Skwisgaar over Pickles was unclear,

because from Skwisgaar's point of view, the sex had been the most wonderful thing ever.

Toki, however, said that he acted a bit selfishly.

In order to justify that, I wrote this section because, needless to say,

everyone's take on certain situations is different.

And now Part 2 of this chapter—and the final part.

Sorry to stretch it on, but I was just dying to add this. Hope you like.

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The First Time

[PICKLES AND TOKI]

He had seen it, up there on the stage. Even from where he sat, pounding away at his drums, his hair flying wildly from side to side, he could see it. Toki. The way he strummed so skillfully on that guitar...he wondered what other things those wonderful hands could do...then, as Toki began playing a whole different song, Pickles saw it and his green eyes grew wide. He saw IT.

Pressing against Toki's jeans there was a prominent bulge. Pickles swallowed and mumbled to himself, "What the..."

Toki had a firm erection right then, as Dethklok played for a whole mass of thousands of screaming fans. Right then as Nathan growled and screamed the last lyrics of the song, Go Forth And Die. Pickles blinked and stared at the Norwegian again. Could it be true? A smile spread across his face and he had to try very hard not to laugh. It was absurd, so crazy. Did anyone else notice?

Pickles eyes quickly scanned over to Murderface, then to Nathan, and finally to Skwisgaar, who had his eyes focused on his Gibson. A new feeling rose in the drummer. One that was odd and almost unwanted...

I wanna fuck him.

He turned red under his white face paint. Thank God for that stage makeup, or he would be as red as his hair, then. But it was true. Despite himself, Pickles had actually begun imagining himself making love to Toki Wartooth.

And he liked it...

Later on, after the show, everyone was saying great job to each other and exchanging compliments. Well, perhaps not. In the case of Skwisgaar and Toki, things generally went like this:

"You calls that guitar playings? Huh! Sounded like wounded cats fuckings."

"My guitar playings? Skwisgaar, you ams dildos! I was great!"

Yeah, the greatest, Pickles thought distractedly as he glanced at the crotch of Toki's jeans. The erection was gone now, but he could still remember it clear as anything. Again he felt himself turning red and blurted, "Yeah, well, 'dat was a pretty good show tonight, so I'mma just gonna go and take off this fuckin' makeup now...see you guys later."

Nathan glared over at him. "Do what you want. It wasn't like you were actually playing on that last song anyway."

Pickles frowned. "What? What do you mean I wasn't playin'?"

And Skwisgaar began to laugh, hugging his sides. "Oh, ja!" he exclaimed, "I remember 'dats! Yous was just sittings up there takings a little break all confuseded-looking. Now that was dildos."

Pickles glared at him and said, "No I wasn't! I was playin'!"

"Na-uh you washn't!" Murderface jumped in. "You were all shitting there looking shtupid. I had to cover for you."

Nathan rolled his eyes. "Murderface, how could you possibly make up for Pickles' lack of talent tonight when you're playing bass?"

His eyes darted from the drummer to Nathan. Finally he blurted, "Fuck you, that'sh how!" and he stormed off.

"Okay, okay," Pickles said, "fine, next time I play how about I do this—okay, how about I smash your face?"

Nathan shrugged. "Might as well try it if it makes you sound better."

"Oh, you know what? Fuck you, fuck all of you, I'm goin' wash aff this stupid makeup and 'den I'm goin' to bed," Pickles said as he walked off. It was odd, really. Although he wouldn't realize it until much later—until Toki would point it out to him—the angrier he got, the worse his Wisconsin dialect seemed to become. It got so bad to the point where it was quite comical.

Like right then, where he said 'aff' insead of 'off'. This sent Toki into a laughing fit as he cried, "That's funnys! It's like can't be talkings in the proper Anglishes!"

"Yeah, right, proper...uh..." Nathan's voice trailed off as he said, "Well, I'm gonna go find something to drink. See you guys later."

Then it was just Skwisgaar and Toki, who was still giggling to himself. Skwisgaar rolled his eyes and spotted some fan girls a ways away. He smiled to himself and said smugly, "Ah, God blesses the backstage passes. I will sees you later, Toki. Try not to get too sloppies." and he went over to greet the scantily clad groupies. "Hello, ladies. Skwisgaar ammnest ready to sees you now."

They laughed and walked off with him. Toki frowned. Never in his life would he have had the courage to do that. It wasn't that he was shy or anything, it was just that...well, he didn't really know. He just wouldn't do that. So instead of meeting with some of his own fans, he walked off to his dressing room, but stopped. Pickles' dressing room was right next to his. He bit his lip. Suddenly he felt very bad for laughing at him. Toki sighed. He had to apologize.

He made his way to the door to the left of his and knocked on it softly, saying, "Pickle? Pickle, ams you in there?"

"Yeah, wh—what the fuck? I'm busy in here!"

"You wants me to come back later?"

"I don't know...sure I guess...wait, why are you here to start aff with?"

Toki bit his lip and tried not to laugh as he said, "To aplologizes."

The knob turned and Pickles opened the door. In his right hand he held a bottle of booze, and his left was smudged white from when he had wiped off his make up. "Why do ya wanna apologize to me for?"

Toki's eyes darted nervously down the hall. If Murderface or Nathan caught him saying he was sorry, they'd never let him live it down. Ever. Pickles seemed to sense this, because in a second he had moved and motioned for him to come inside. Once Toki stepped through the door, Pickles closed it gently and went over to the couch that sat in the middle of the dressing room.

He took a sip from his bottle before asking again, "So what do ya wanna say sorry for?"

Toki looked down. "Well, abouts laughing at you."

Pickles frowned and arched a brow. "You was laughin' at me? Wow, that's not a nice thing to do to people, Toki..."

"I know, that's why I'm sorrys!"

"Well..." he shrugged and said with some small amount of awkwardness, "It's okay, I guess."

A moment of silence passed and time seemed to lag by before Pickles looked up again. He yawned and stretched out casually on the couch, catching a quick glance at Toki's crotch as he did so. Everything seemed normal, no boners now. He swallowed. What he wouldn't give to have that in his mouth...

"Pickle?"

"Huh, yeah?" he looked up, blinking rapidly. Toki was smiling at him a little.

"I ams just curious, but why did yous take a break from your drums tonight? Did you forgets the song?"

He glared at him and snapped, "Course I didn't! I never forget nothin'." and he paused. Should he mention it? Should he make little Toki turn red and squirm? Yes, he should. With a wicked smile he added, "At least I don't get fuckin' boners while I'm playin'. At least 'dat don't happen to me."

Instead of turning red as he usually did when he was embarrassed, every shade of color drained from Toki's face. He said in an unusually high-pitched voice, "Yous seen that?"

Pickles nodded. "Course I did. I was sittin' up high then I look down and there it is in my face. It was..." he let his voice trail off, let Toki's fear-filled mind add in the rest. The panic that followed was something that he hadn't expected.

Toki began telling some obviously bogus story about how a groupie had ripped her shirt off and shown her bare breasts to him, shouting sexual things to him. Through all of this Pickles let his mouth slowly fall open until finally, when Toki was done with his story and breathing hard from having talked so fast, he felt himself getting an impressive erection.

He rose from his feet, dropped his vodka bottle, and went over to Toki. The Norwegian looked down. "I ams bad liar, huh?"

He nodded. "Yeah, probably the worst I've seen, at least."

"Oh. Yeah, I thought sos." and he turned to go out the door, but Pickles caught him by his arm. With a surprising amount of force—more than he had intended—Pickles pushed him against the wall and leaned close.

"Stop. Don't move."

Toki frowned a little and asked quietly, "Pickle, what you..."

"Just tell me somethin'," he breathed, his breath smelling of strong alcohol, "why did you get 'dat boner?"

The color returned to his face as he reached forward and tried to push Pickles away a little. "I...I..."

"Ha," was what the drummer mumbled as he looked down. Again, there was the bulge. It grew as he studied it, and suddenly Toki was sniffling. He gazed back up at him. God, the kid was nearly crying.

Suddenly Pickles felt very bad, but still. He had him here alone...he had to go further. Summoning up all the courage he had, the drummer began undoing Toki's belt and pulling down his pants. The Norwegian gasped and tried to slap his hands away, but Pickles ignored this.

"Pickle, what ams you-"

"Just be quiet." he looked back up at Toki and gave him what he hoped was a reassuring smile. "I'll take care of you."

"But two men ain't supposed to dos this kinds of stuff with each others!"

"Don't you want me to?"

When no answer came, Pickles yanked down Toki's pants and underwear and stared at his erection. He smiled. How perfect. How delicious. His mouth watered as he took it and gently began stroking the smooth skin, making Toki fall back against the wall and close his eyes.

"Do you like that?" he asked. Toki bit his lip and nodded. "Good," Pickles whispered. "Cause so do I...just work with me..."

And before the Norwegian could respond, Pickles had put it in his mouth. He ran his tongue over it, teasing it and coaxing it to release its hidden desire...

"Oh, Pickle..."

He took him in deeper, sucking hard, trying so desperately to make him cum...Toki shuttered and tried to grip the wall to steady himself. His whole body began trembling. Pickles reached up and touched one of his hands, trying to let him know that it was okay. It was okay to want to do it. It was okay to just let himself go around him...

It's all okay.

Toki returned his little smile and threw his head back, releasing himself and his desire. He let out a long, deep moan as Pickles swallowed. The salty warmth filled his mouth and coated his throat in a way that was almost divine.

"Pickle," Toki whispered, his eyes half closed, "I ams sorry, I-"

"Oh, 'dat was nice, huh?" he asked as he took Toki's cock out of his mouth. He wiped his mouth with his hand and stared up at him. "Did that feel good?"

He gave a slight, hesitant nod and whispered, "Buts that was wrong of us to do because-"

"Toki, I was just thinking-"

Suddenly he lost his innocently guilty act and blurted, "-I haves boner whens I'm around you, Pickle. That's why I hads it while playing, cause I looks up and you was up there, looking all nice..." his voice trailed off and he went to pull his pants back up. "I'ms sorry, Pickle."

Pickles reached for his hand and moved it away. "Don't you dare. I want to do something first. Come here," and he stood up and opened his arms wide. Toki arched a brow, as if he was confused. Pickles smiled a little and instructed, "Come and let me just feel you."

Toki grinned and slowly, almost cautiously, walked into his open arms. Pickles hugged him tightly, his hands venturing up into his shirt, feeling the warm, smooth skin underneath. He could only imagine what he looked like naked...begging for him...

Suddenly he felt very confined in the pants that he wore. He looked into Toki's pale blue eyes and asked softly, "I really wanna kiss you right now. Can I do 'dat? Would you let me?"

The Norwegian grinned, leaned forward, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Pickles chuckled. "You call that a kiss? No, like 'dis-" and he kissed him deeply, his hands making their way to the gentle arch of Toki's back and forcing them closer. The Norwegian closed his eyes and let out a little moan as Pickles' tongue entered his mouth.

The drummer pressed his whole body closer to the other man's, until Toki could feel the growing hardness trapped in his pants. Only then did he pull away. Toki stared at him with wide eyes. "Pickle, you ams-"

"I really wanna just make love to you right now." Pickles interrupted. He couldn't wait anymore. When the Norwegian looked down at his feet, trying to hide his little, shy smile, Pickles hugged him again, slipped one hand under his rear, and the other behind his head.

With one grunt he had picked him up and was carrying him over to the couch. Toki didn't resist. In fact, he was the one who removed his shirt, his boots, and everything else. Once Pickles had done the same thing, he climbed onto of Toki, pressing himself to him.

"I haves never done nothing likes this before...not evens really kissed someones..."

"Just relax and let me do all the work, then," he said.

Toki watched him with his mouth twisted upward in a little smile. He reached forward and touched Pickles' erection for himself, making him let out a gasp. Toki pulled away quickly, looking concerned. "What ams I do wrong?"

"Huh?" He asked, still trying to recover.

"I hurt you?"

Pickles shook his head. "Course you didn't. You did the exact opposite of 'dat."

"Then why you breath like that?"

"Because I don't want to cum like that! I want to cum inside of you."

Toki chuckled and relaxed a little. "So you thinks I am nice?"

He nodded. "Yeah, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." and as he said this, his green eyes passed over his muscular, wonderful body. It was so perfect, like something from a faerie tale. With a careful, light touch, he ran his fingers along the inside of Toki's thighs, making him sigh in content.

"Yous hands feels nice..." and looked up and asked, his blue eyes shining, "...how you knows what to do?"

Pickles shrugged. "I've never really done this neither, but...just whatever feels right, just do it. Don't think about it, just go ahead...like right now, I want to make love to you, and that's what I'm gonna do. It doesn't take thought, only, ya know, wanting."

"So it like instincts or somethings?"

"Sure, I guess you could say that." and a thought came into his head. Pickles leaned down and kissed Toki before asking, "Are you a virgin?"

He nodded. "Yeahs, I am."

"Ah. Funny," he looked down and said wistfully, "I wish I still was, too."

Without further hesitation, he positioned himself and thrust in. As soon as he did, Toki let out a yell and closed his eyes. Pickles gasped and went to pull out, but a hand shot out and stopped him. Toki was staring at him, his eyes wide and his hair in his face.

"Don'ts do that's."

Pickles swallowed and whispered, "Tell me if I'm hurting you, okay?"

"Okay, Pickle."

"'Cause I don't wanna do 'dat."

"Okays."

"I never wanna hurt you...ever."

There was a pause before Toki said, "I wants you to fucks me. Now."

"No," he responded, shaking his head. "this ain't fuckin'. 'Dere ain't nothing having to do with the word fuck here. I'm never gonna fuck you, I'm gonna make love to you."

"There's a difference?"

"Maybe not, but I love you, so that's what I'm gonna do."

The events that followed could not even be described by the best writer. It was too magnificent, too euphoric. The end result of it all was Toki falling asleep, satisfied and dripping with sweat, in Pickles' arms. In the end it didn't matter if it was wrong or right. It didn't matter if the whole world would've said that sleeping with another man meant that you had to get dragged outside and beaten to death. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that Pickles loved Toki, and for once in his life, someone loved him back.

But not because he was the drummer of Dethklok or because he had more money than he could count...no, it was none of that. Toki just loved him, for whatever crazy reason, and Pickles knew that he always would.

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**A/N**

Yes, there will be a sequel to this story.

All I can tell you is this: it will involve death...

...and a possible suicide...

...sound dramatic?

Well then read the next story.