Cancerousklok Chapter 16: After Partyklok, a metalocalypse fanfic

AN 2/09: I finally added the "music video" for Noose and Nail. Seems pretty awesome to me considering I am at work with nothing to do.

WARNING: Major Smut-ness with SkwisxRun, PicxChe and TokixLucy (yea, they get their freak on XD) A warning will be posted before the scenes begins and when it ends.

The necklace Pickles gives Cherry in this chapter is worth over 350 thousand dollars. Check online at Tiffany. Also the earrings Skwisgaar will look at are 530 thousand dollars. Crazy, I know.

Tracks of Choice: "God Has a Plan For Us All" by Angtoria, "Two of Hearts" Techno Mix, "Noose and Nail" by Otep

Chapter 16: After Partyklok

It was already three in the morning, and almost all of the party guests were gone. The hand full left with the guests of honor and the cleaning staff were waiting for their ride to come, most of them in their early twenties and drunk beyond regret. Cancerous and Dethklok bid them adieu and left. Ofdensen and Ivan had long since left; where to no one knew. Lebedev looked peeved as he constantly moved about, shouting orders at his guards. Moira had said something must have been wrong because the man was doubling the patrol.

Pickles carried his tired girlfriend to their room and gently set her down on the rather small full sized bed. She groaned as she held onto a pillow, relishing in the softness that comforted her aching and worn out body. Lifting one of her toned legs up to Pickles who was taking off his bow tie, she whimpered. Half lidded green eyes pleaded with him for some mild comfort.

"Baby, do ya mind?" she gave him her best puppy dog eyes. The orange haired man smiled lovingly at her. Successfully removing his tie and coat, he toed off his shoes and sat at the edge of the bed, resting both of her feet on his lap. Slowly undoing the strap, he massaged her thigh with one hand and slipped off her vicious feet killing heels. Cherry sighed in bliss, sinking further into the pillows at the sudden rush of relief from her feet. As he took off the second one, Cherry sat up and swung her legs to the edge so she could stare Pickles in the eyes. They both seem to have been thinking the same thing as Cherry sighed sadly, resting her head on his shoulder. She held onto his right hand and kissed the knuckles.

"Hon… I'm a bit scared." She admitted truthfully. "We got a week left then the girls n' I gotta leave yall. I don't think that part of the deal changed." She bit her lips, the red lipstick faded over the hours. "I don't see how this is gonna work out with Andy gone. More then likely we're gonna go haitus if all this crap ain't cleared up. I sure as hell don't wanna go home, not to my fucked up red neck family. Only one good is my baby sister, she's a bonified DCC so she's always gone."

"Aw, I'm sure that's not going to happen. Didn't you say Charlie and your manager had like, a deal or something?" he kissed the top of her head, "But if you're so worried, let's make the most of it." he whispered the last part, gently pushing her down into the mattress as he kissed her. "And if I can, I'll have you stay with me. There's more then enough room in Mordhaus"

--PicxChe Action Begin--

Pickles pulled the fabric of her dress down to expose her nipples. She gasped as he pinched one rather painfully, causing it to bead immediately. Pickles stuck his tongue into her mouth, coaxing hers to play with his while he ground his erection into her core. Cherry ripped his shirt, sending buttons flying between them as she attacked his neck, allowing her man to reach underneath her to unzip her dress. He gasped as he noticed she went the whole night without wearing any kind of underwear to cover her now very wet cunt underneath the thin, almost un existent pubic hair. Ooh, kinky. He smirked down at her naked body. He still wasn't used to seeing her clit ring. It hurt him thinking about how much it might have hurt her. Yet with her piercing her body in such an erotic place, he only loved her more. She was daring, smart, funny and wonderful. Rachel... eat your heart out. You got nothing compared to Cherry Maraschino the Drummer.

Cherry squirmed out of the dress and worked on his zipper, cursing as it got stuck. Pickles laughed, helping her out before she decided to rip them off. He actually liked those trousers. Once his pants were off, and noticing he too had gone commando, Cherry touched him, pumping him with slow but firm strokes. Pickles shuddered as he fell backwards onto the bed, groaning in wanton desire.

"Fucking tease." He growled out, rocking his hips in time with her strokes. Cherry grinned like the Cheshire cat, tucking a lock of flaming red hair behind her ear before kissing the tip of his penis. Pickles gasped, trying hard to stay in control but it was a losing battle. Cherry leaned back up but continued to caress him and rub her thumb over his slit, spreading his pre-cum over the head.

"Tease to fuck, hon." Cherry countered before she bit his small masculine nipple. Unable to take it anymore, Pickles grabbed her shoulders and pushed her off him, sending her crashing into the mattress. Her eyes widen, having just narrowly missed the head board. Before she could snap at him, Pickles threw her legs over his shoulders and plowed into her, kissing every inch of her leg he could reach.

Cherry's hand gripped the head board, and she used it to push herself against her lover. Pickles rolled his hips, thrusting harder into her as she closed her eyes, her mouth wide as she gasped. The face of ecstasy. As she was distracted, the male drummer placed her right leg at his waist and reached for their night stand and opened the top drawer, almost falling off the bed as he shifted his weight. The woman below him didn't seem to notice as she focused on him going in and out of her.

He grabbed a box and smirked. Opening it with one hand, he took out piece of jewelry made out gold and diamonds with his teeth before tossing the box to the other side of the room. Just as Cherry was about to reach her breaking point, he set the necklace down. Cherry opened her eyes, biting her lips as she grunted, releasing a hand to touch the cool band resting on her heaving chest. Just then, her climax. Pickles kissed her as he followed her into that blissful state, releasing everything he had into her.

--End PicxChe--

As they got off their high, Pickles rolled to her left side as she dropped her left leg, still quaking from the pleasurable orgasm that lingered. She lifted the necklace and gasped in shock, her eyes wide in astonishment. Tears then weld up, threatening to fall. The necklace was beautifully crafted, the gold clinging onto the flowers carved from sparkling diamonds. The present caused her heart to ache with over flowing affection. Could this be what love felt like? The man with orange dreadlochs was just too good to her and yet somehow they had maintained a stable relationship.

"A Jean Schlumberger Diamond Fleurage Necklace! Pickles?" She turned her head to face him, unsure of what to say or do. The expensive gift in her hand was a Tiffany exclusive. For her it cost a fortune, but she always wanted it. How did he know? Tears were already streaming down her face as she hugged him. "Oh, babe... I..." A sob broke her sentence.

He returned her sweaty embrace and chuckled, "I saw you looking at it online. Forgot to give it to you earlier. So I guessed this was one of those things you'd always wanted aside from that romantic weddin' in Paris." Cherry nodded her head as she continued to cry out of happiness. "But let's take things one at a time, eh?" Cherry only chuckled, but agreed. Him mentioning a wedding though sent her heart pounding.

"Thank you, Pickles. It's so, so beautiful." Pickles helped her put it on, placing a soft, lingering kiss on her lips.

Toki was lying on the bed as Lucy used the bathroom to brush her teeth and get ready for bed. The party had been fun and all, but Toki and Lucy had still felt a bit out of place. The male guitarist was a bit glad though that Lucy kept him away from the alcohol as much as possible, lest he reenact Pickles brother's wedding. He didn't think Lucy would like that when she had to share the bed with him. Still, the both had had their share and poor Lucy was a light weight. Two martinis and half a mojito were enough for her before things got a bit out of hand for the childish duo.

He sighed at that. He could imagine his fellow guitarist and beauty queen Runa already having sex, perhaps on round two. A sudden cry echoed and it only served to confirm his thoughts. Toki was a bit shy to ask him or Pickles how they got past that base. Lucy was probably still a virgin, but recently he found himself having dirty fantasies with her to the point that at night when she was deep asleep, he'd move to the floor so he wouldn't touch her when he wasn't in his right state of mind. She had admitted to him a while back that she never had a real boyfriend, and she was definitely not like the others, so he was sure that she was in fact, still pure. He remembered her saying that she was molested by her step father, which she simply called her father, yet never mentioned anything else.

"Now I's feels bad… I beens withs other goils. Not muchs… but stills." He said to himself. He heard the bathroom door open as Lucy stepped out, still wearing her dress. There was something different about her as she approached him. Was she still wasted? Before he could ask, she pounced on him, straddling his hips as she kissed him. The sudden attack startled him, causing him to gasp. She wasted no time in slipping in her tongue.

"Toki…" she said breathlessly while trailing small kisses along his neck. "I's tinks I's readies…" His eyes widen as he tried to get her to look at him. When she did, he could see she was serious. It was clear on her face that her mind was made up.

"Are… yous sures?" he said in a small voice, wondering if it was the alcohol talking. She nodded as she sat up, undoing the knot on his tie.

"I sures, Toki. I tinks abouts it for longs time nows." Now she got to his red dress shirt, slowly unbuttoning each and every one of them. "But, dere is sometings you shoulds know." Seeing his question gaze, she sighed, helping him out of his blouse. "I nots virgins. I haven'ts been in a longs time. Sometimes I wish I coulds forgets da first time." Just as she was about to undo his zipper, he grabbed her hands.

"You're… nots? When did you lost it?" Lucy shook her head, again trying to undo his fly.

"Don'ts makes me remember Toki. I don'ts asks you about da udder girls yous been wits. Please, won't yous takes me?" Toki panted a little as she placed her small cool hands inside his pants.

--TokixLucy Action Begins--

He was becoming hard underneath her still inexperienced hands. Toki may have been with other girls, though they normally took over, yet he really didn't know what to do. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all, he would be learning too and prove to her how much he cared for her.

Slowly, he lifted Lucy off him and placed her on her back. He kissed her cheek as he unzipped her, tugging at the dress to reveal her chest still covered in a tight strapless bar with little pink hearts on black. He smiled. She was just too cute. Lucy giggled as his mustache tickled her delicate neck. The more he traveled down, the more he pulled on her dress until he could slip it off her smooth legs and set it on the ground. He had to bite his lower lip as he saw things he never expected.

Looking at the faint scars, much like his own on his back, he touched one on her hip. "What happeneds?" he traced the jagged mark with his index finger. The mark was like a slap to the face. There was still so much he didn't know about her. Whether those were old or some what new. He wished for neither. The only recent event he could remember was the attack at Salt Lake City.

Lucy gave him a small smile, actually not bothered that he asked nor shy about the marred flesh. "My step daddies dids it to mes. He was da one to… to…" she shook her head, "I was justs a littles goil, not long afters my momma got married agains. Every nights he'd beats momma den me until mommy went away. Dats when he takes my virginities. Again, he cames to hurts me every nights, but one days I too ran aways and Runa found mes. I owe her sos much." Stopping his still wandering hand with her own, she stared him straight in the eyes, her darker irises holding long suppressed pain. Toki felt his heart break seeing the tears pricking the corner of her eyes. Lucy was just too young to feel such pain because he too knew what it was like to be beaten, but her horrors had robbed her of something special.

"Dat's why I wants you to makes me forgets dose ugly times, Toki. I don't wants anyones but yous." She smiled softly slowly letting his hand go so one could caress his cheek tenderly, "Plus it can be your specials gifts to me. Today I turns twenty-one." Again, she became shy as she reached in front of her to unclasp her bra. Letting the material fall away, Toki was greeted with the sight of pink nipples and more faint scars that looked like bite marks.

Like a bashful school boy, Toki grasped one of the mounds of flesh and gave it a light squeeze. A finger stoking a row of bite marks. Lucy smiled a bit as she ran a hand over his chest, admiring him in his half naked glory. Toki bent down and breathed on her beading nipple, watching as the fresh broke out in goose bumps before blowing cool air on it. Sticking his tongue out, he licked the peak.

"Ah…" Lucy wheezed out, bucking her hips up toward him. She reached between them to yank off his pants with her hands and legs, leaving him in his black silk boxers with little pictures of Face Bones on it. Toki kicked them off along with his shoes. Lucy saw his tent and giggled, running her hand in his thick brown hair while the other turned on the radio of their alarm clock to drown out their noises. Skwisgaar and Runa were already at it, but the two didn't need to hear them in turn. A song by Cancerous was beginning. Lucy recognized it right away by the eerie chorus as one of their earlier pieces.

Let his holy choirs sing in sodomy, praise be!
Surrender your body and soul unto him
Demoralize me!
So he crept into my room
Whispered my name, took my innocence away
I'm only five, a perverts concubine
God has a plan for us all
I've been touched by the hand of god
My sordid tale, his lies are blasphemy
You do not believe in him, but he believes in you
He wants you to repine all your sins
Let him in, inside you!

Getting bolder, Toki slid his left hand into her panties and stroked her, a bit surprised to find her dripping with excitement. She jumped a bit at the unfamiliar feeling but moaned. Toki grinned as he took off her black boy shorts and spread her legs. He really never got the chance to see a woman's privates, they always dominated him. Was that considered rape? Whatever. The birthday girl below was all that mattered to him right now, and probably always.

God has a plan for us all
You are one of god's children
Get on your knees, serve him well my child
I've fallen prey to the devil in disguise
God has a plan for us all
Don't say a word or you'll go to hell
God has a plan for you all
Open up for him! Let Jesus in!
His sordid tale, his lies are blasphemy!

Lucy bit the inside of her cheeks as Toki stuck his index finger in her. He was amazed at how tight she was. To believe she was already broken. As she loosened up a bit more, he stuck another finger and pumped harder, watching as her face flushed. The erotic scene was a bit too much for him as he began to stroke himself in time to his fingers going in and out of song had ended, now playing some techno beat of a familiar song neither could really remember. Toki resumed to sucking her mound and switched his thrusting of fingers to scissoring to open her wider now that she was overflowing with her thick inner juice. Lucy groaned and opened her legs wider for him, nudging her hips up to make his fingers go in and out of her again.

"Enough!" she yelped as she pushed him off her, violently ripping off his boxers when his fingers touched a particularly pleasurable spot in her. Seeing his man hood, she licked her lips. She met his gaze as she crawled on top, situating herself above his hard on. Yup, this was a position Toki was rather familiar with. He wasn't complaining, not this time. Lucy probably needed to go at her own pace after her sick and twist experience with sex at a young age. It tore at Toki's heart. He vowed to find the bastard and kill him.

The two groaned as she descended upon him, one hand on his thigh and the other holding her nether lips open. It was still a bit uncomfortable, but not painful in the lease. Once she had him all the way in, she let out a shaky breath before going back up to slide down him again, rolling her hips when they were fully connected. Toki thrusted up into her as her pace picked up. She bit her lower lip and ran her hand through her hair, tilting her head back as a drawled out moan escaped her lips followed by short gasps. Again the tip of Toki's manhood touched a secret sweet spot within her, sending white spots to explode behind her closed eye lids. This was how sex was suppose to be… gratifying and affectionate. Not terrifying and excruciating.

Just before Lucy reached her climax, Toki flipped them over one more time and pounded away, grasping both of her hands in his much larger ones. They stared into one another's eyes before closing them as the dam broke. Lucy clenched her teeth, trying hard not to cry out and disturb the others in the small house. Toki threw his head back, funny noises escaping his mouth. He thrusted into her a few more times before collapsing on her, gasping for air.

--End TokixLucy--

"Happy Birthdays, Lucy." Toki mumbled by her ear, ready to fall asleep.

Lucy couldn't help but giggly lazily with a huge smile on her face. "Dis was da best presents ever, Toki. Tank you sos much. I can finallies forgets..."

Runa and Skwisgaar were in the bathroom waiting for the shower to heat up. It took a while with the outside being so cold, water would freeze quickly. They decided to just bathe together to save time and water so they could just head to bed once they removed the stickiness of the party from their skin. Runa was in front of the mirror wiping off her make up with what looked like baby wipes. She assured Skwisgaar they weren't.

The Swedish guitarist was sitting on the toilet in a towel, his arms crossed as he watched the beauty wipe off the last bit of smeared mascara. She gave him a small smile as she undid the clasp of the dress, letting it fall down to the floor and not wasting anytime in taking off her panties. Skwisgaar smiled to himself, she didn't like to wear thongs of g-strings, even if it made her look hotter. How funny.

--SkwisxRun Action Begins--

"Shalls we?" she said as she slide the shower door open. She hopped in with Skwisgaar in tow. Runa wet her hair and sighed in bliss. Both of them got to cleaning, washing each other's bodied then their own hair. It took them less than ten minutes to finish. Runa was enjoying the water cascading down on her face when the Swedish man moved up behind her and grabbed her left breast, his other hand snaking its way in-between her legs.

"You have no idea how much I've wanted to fuck you in the shower." He groaned as he rubbed his erection along her backside. He was half tempted to ram it up her ass. But she didn't seem to be the anal type. He moved to kneel in front of her, bringing one of her legs up so her foot rested on his shoulder. Running his tongue over her clitoris, he smirked as she began to moan, gripping the top track of the door and bracing herself against the shower wall.

This time around he didn't give the satisfaction of an orgasm as he stood, causing Runa to pout and stare at him questioningly. Instead, he backed her into the wall, her flesh growing bumps as it was pressed against the cold tile more fully. She gripped a towel rack above her when Skwisgaar draped her leg over his hip. He slowly slid into her. Runa tilted her head back as his long skillful fingers gripped her ass, a finger dangerously close to her anus.

He started off slowly, then picked up the speed, the sound of their flesh smacking each other echoing around them. Skwisgaar moved one of his hands to grab the rack as he inserted a finger into her bum. Runa jumped with a small cry of surprise, unused to the feeling. Skwisgaar pounded into her, cumming into her once after she let out a long, drawn out groan, her slick juices gushing out onto his thighs. They didn't stop there. Skwisgaar pulled out long enough to grab the forgotten removable shower head and doused Runa's waist with the water.

Taking her hand, he switched spots with her, handing her the shower head. "Tell me, have you ever had anal?" She shook her head, "Guess I'll be taking your black cherry…" he said as he thrusted into her. Runa almost dropped the shower head as she yelped. It was a bit painful, but the uncomfortable sensation ceased as he settled on a slow and steady rhythm. Again she began to moan.

In her lusty daze, she adjusted the shower head until it was on jet. She leaned forward and stuck the squirting device a few inched from her clit. Skwisgaar smirked at his dirty little bitch, reaching over to jam his fingers into her vagina. Runa shot up as she choked to breathe, holding Skwisgaar from behind. She felt the glorious sensation of her orgasm building up, her lower belly swirling with heat. Using his free hand, he pinched her nipple.

Runa wailed his named, dropping the shower head as both of her arms reached behind her to grip his head. "Skwisgaar!"She cried, her body convulsing as her muscled rhythmically pulsated around his cock and fingers until he was milked dry. The two slumped to the floor with Runa on his lap, the two still joined. Skwisgaar removed his hand from below to hold her around the waist, kissing her shoulder tenderly. Runa, still shaking, rubbed her hands against her pussy. They stayed like that for a while before Runa went limp. Either she was off her game, or he was a good lover. He preferred to think the latter but he knew she was just tired from the night's events. He sat back to catch his breath but didn't remove himself from his lover just yet.

--End SkwisxRun--

After a good few minutes and dousing themselves with water to wash away their runny evidence, Skwisgaar turned off the shower as best he could, slowly getting out with Runa in his arms. Settling her on their bed where a towel had been set, he grabbed another and dried her off in every nook and cranny. She gave off a small moan every now and then, but didn't wake up. Moving a stray hair from her face, he gently caressed her soft cheek. This woman was simply too beautiful for even himself, a true Goddess of Sex. She shivered in her sleep. And his sex goddess was freezing. He went through their drawers and got her undergarments and pajamas to dress her into.

Noticing her phone was vibrating on the night stand, he picked up the silver blackberry curve and watched as the screen flashed: Lucy 21! Once it was over, he examined her phone and noticed a note on it. It opened up to a web page. On it was a beautiful set of diamond drop earrings from Tiffany. Looking back at the sleeping woman, a grin spread across her face. It never hurt to get an early christmas gift for someone you really cared about.

"No, it's more then that… I'm just too scared to say it."

Bloodyfist and Murderface were in the living room watching some Russian soap to pass the time and hopefully distract them long enough as the constant moans and groans from the two fastest guitarists in the world screwed each other in their private bathroom. Too bad the wall wasn't thicker. Bloodyfist slipped into a pair of thick flannel pants and a black t-shirt. Her feet were propped up on the coffee table, covered in black fuzzy 'death bunny' slippers she and Murderface made. Metal slippers… brutal.

"No, Maurice! You said you'd help me make babies!" Bloodyfist said through a mouth of popcorn. Murderface chuckled. They couldn't understand what the horrible actors were saying, and decided to dub it themselves. The female on screen was calling out to a man ready to leave her apartment.

"You're kidding. I rather chop off my ding dong then go near you." He sipped on his beer can. He had yet to change out of his clothes and just settled in undoing his tie (with Bloodyfist's help) and taking off his jacket. His eyes still glued to the TV, he reached for the bowl of popcorn but accidently touched her boob.

The female bassist jumped, sending their after midnight snack scattering around like confetti. Covering her chest, she glared at him, lime green eyes much like his own glaring daggers at him. "What the hell!" she hissed, "Dude, we're friends, but not with benefits. You don't go around groping girls! What have I taught you? Huh? Naughty, naughty Murderface! Bad boy!" She kicked his leg.

"Ow! Awe, c'mon! I didn't mean too. My hand shlipped. I wasch going for the popcorn." He rubbed his leg, "That… that hurt. And you're wearing fucking shlippers!"

Bloodyfist rolled her eyes, "Right, uh-huh. Keep telling yourself that. And of course it would hurt. Hello, I'm a light weight champion! Won me some good money before the band was started. I was one hell of a wrestler too." She flexed her arm, watching as the muscle bulged. Although she trained for many years, she wasn't beefy like some of those women who looked more like men. Her girth added fat to her boobs, so everyone knew that she was in fact, a girl. Musing to herself, Bloodyfist wondered how those brawny women got muscles down in their unmentionables. Scary…

"Yea, well… you got an awful shot when it comesh to gunsch." Bloodyfist just flipped him off. Looking at the mess, they both sighed, but didn't bother to clean it up as they continued to watch the Russian soap opera on television. "Thish really shucks."

Over at the other guest house, Moira was just coming out of the bathroom to go to her couch bed, seeing that this particular house only had two rooms, when she saw Nathan, already dressed in his usual attire minus shoes, sitting on it. She raised a delicate brow as she saw what he was watching. It was a commercial about their concert. Seeing the Russian words slap themselves on the screen, Moira plopped down beside him.

"How do you think the ones who are at the fake sites will take it?" she asked. Moira tugged her short black nightgown down as far as it would go on her legs. "Ofdensen said there are huge ass screens there, but man. I would probably kill myself if I were them." Moira watched him from the corner of her eye, curling up on her pillow since her blanket was caught underneath him. She tugged on it a little, but he didn't seem to get the hint. And if he did, he was being a jerk as he sunk deeper into the plush couch. This caused the woman to frown.

Nathan shrugged as he changed the channel. "I don't know. Nothing new at our concerts. People are always fucking dying, they have to sign pain waivers so we don't get busted." Putting down the remote after turning off the TV, he sighed. "I don't know how the hell you and your band have survived this long. We have some bad luck follow us." He remembered his double. Oh, how sad that good things come to an end.

The petite woman shrugged, "I wonder that too. And it makes me more… worried, about the concert. Munkittrick is probably dead… Ofdensen hasn't told us anything. I don't think it's over. There's so much that can go wrong." Reaching for a folder on the coffee table, she took out the pictures. They were from the photo shoot. All of them had a black background.

The top one was of Runa and Skwisgaar. The Finnish woman was standing in front of the Swede, her left hand dangerously close to his zipper as her left leg was draped over his. Skwisgaar was holding onto her waist with his right hand. In his left, he held the top part of the neck to his guitar while Runa held the lower section in her right hand. They were both smirking, mischievous looks in their eyes. The two wore similar clothing and Moira had to admit she really liked it. Runa's platinum blond hair agaisnt his slighty darker one was a good mix with their dark clothing. The next one was of Murderface and Bloodyfist, back to back. Both were playing their bass guitars, looking at the camera from the corner of their eyes. Muderface was dressed in his usual clothes. Bloodyfist was wearing a tight long sleeve shirt with the shoulders cut out and black low rise jeans and army boots. Behind that picture, the drummers were next, both sitting on a single set of drums, one leg brought up with a hand resting on the knees holding their sticks. Cherry was wearing a black tank top and capris. Around her wrists were spiked arm bands and on her feet were a pair of black skater shoes. The two young ones were after theirs. Lucy was wearing a black off the shoulder dress with a white tear drop style lace petticoat underneath that reached a few inches above her knees. The young Ukrainian wore knee high black boots with five buckles on the sides. In her hand was her guitar. Toki was behind her, staring at what had been the camera from a three-fourth profile view, he too with guitar in hand.

The last one was of the vocalist. Nathan was crouched down in front of Moira who stood on a platform just so she could be seen over his hulking form. In his right hand was a microphone, the left was situated behind him in a fist holding the mike's wire. Standing above him was the golden eye beauty, her legs spread enough to be visible behind his shoulders. In her left hand was her mike by her left cheek. In her right hand, the wire was intertwined with her fingers. Nathan was in his normal clothes. Moira wore all black, including her skinny jeans tucked in black women boots with black off the shoulder top and puffy sleeves. A red corset contrasted with her outfit, the strings tied in the front. Around her neck was a black spike dog collar with a padlock on it.

Moira shuddered, glad that this was the one used for the poster to be sold at the concert. One had been Nathan kneeling above her, his hair draped over his shoulder. She was below him, striking a Rose pose from the movie Titanic, but of course she was fully dressed in a different outfit consisting of a tight fitting tank top, black wrist bands, her choker, and tight blue jeans tucked into shin high boots. Nathan's pelvis had been resting on hers, and the scary part was that she wasn't uncomfortable with it.

Nathan took the photos. "Damn… I look fat." This caused Moira to laugh.

"You're a big guy, but not fat. Maybe a bit on the chunky side from all the beer and crap you drink, but I don't think you look so bad." She smiled at him and patted his stomach for emphazise. "Do some sit ups."

"I'm not like that Ivan fuck head you were with, I hate working out now. Why'd you kiss him?" the last part he didn't mean to say since she had cleared that up with him, and cursed at himself as Moira had a murderous glare in her eyes, but it wasn't directed at him specifically.

"I already told you: He kissed me. Thought I was an easy fuck or something. He's as big of a man whore like Skwisgaar!" she sighed, "Ivan's handsome and all, but… there's something lacking in him. Not brutality, and really, I don't care how many girls he's screwed. It's like what I told you before. Maybe it's his cockiness." At that point she seemed to be staring off into space, hugging her pillow to her chest as she sat up. "Normally I'm ok to be near him… but, tonight I just… it didn't feel right."

"The fuck does that mean?"

Moira looked at Nathan, giving him a shy smile, "To be honest. I actually wanted to spend the evening with you." Nathan's eyes widened a fraction, "That's why I went looking for you instead of just reporting his ass to Lebedev or Ofdensen." She rested her head on his shoulder. "Weird, isn't it? It was nice though. Us not fighting." Her mind was reeling, trying to figure out what she was feeling inside. They were only suppose to be "business associates".

"Yeah…"

The two remained silent as Nathan turned the TV on and laid his arm to rest along the back side of the couch so he could grip it and not hold Moira. Having her in his arms was so weird, but in a freakishly good way. Stopping on one of the few American channels, which sadly was MTV right now, Moira stopped him. "I never got to see the end production of this song." As they watched, she couldn't help but feel like she was forgetting something.

Your god is a fossil, demand and the apostles stand in join hands to behold.
Your godless disciples, abandon your idols, and stand in join hands to behold.

The music video started off with Moira in a rehab center slouching in a seat as the psychologist examined her. Around the room were different religious symbols. Suddenly she began to name off different things her character was 'addicted' to.

Champagne, Cocaine, Vicodin, Adderall, Nicotine, Caffeine, Percocet, Tyladol

The next scene she was in a religious study group, sitting at a desk and scribbling down things as the priest went on with whatever it was he discussing. On the board he wrote 'Pray for Forgiveness'. The same thing happened with a monk and a muslim teacher. Each of the three religious leaders handed out prescription bottles.

Jesus needs his prescriptions filled,
Buddha using too many pills,
Allah promises endless thrills
In volatile bottles marked Religion Kills!!

Eventually Moira would go back into her room and pop a pill before the room would start spinning and she would lash out at everything and anything. Nurses would rush in and try to calm her down but she would throw them against the wall. The nurses' faces would morph in and out of being disfigured and demonic like.

This is the ache we can't escape-betrayed!
One day this could be you
With just another nail in the coffin
With another knot in the noose
It's just another squeeze of the trigger.
One more human to bruise.

Eventually it would start over with her and the psychologist, but this time she would see different religious leaders. At the end of the verse, there would be a close up of her doodle where there was a pregnant woman and man sitting against a wall smoking a joint.

Champagne, Cocaine, Vicodin, Adderall, Nicotine, Caffeine, Percocet, Tyladol

Christians rolling on ecstasy
Jehovah smoking to much PCP
While the Mary carries a junkie Messiah
shooting smack and smoking crack with the king of liars!!

Instead of going crazy in her room, the demon nurses were pulling her toward a guillotine. In the background Bloodyfist was thrown into a coffin where the grim reaper began to slam the nails into the coffin. As Moira walked up the steps to the guillotine, Runa was standing on a barrel as the noose was looped around her head. Moira was forced to kneel down and stick her head through the hole as a shot of Lucy holding a gun to her own head with Cherry doing the side beside her.

With just another nail in the coffin
With another knot in the noose
It's just another squeeze of the trigger.
One more human to bruise.

this is for a lifetime of shit!

The final verse, all of the girls were wearing black, playing their instruments while Moira sang and glared at the screen. Around them were countless of images of people dying in old medieval ways and such. Some even showed shock therapy as the people strapped down convulsed in their chairs.

Get down and crawl you fucking insect
Get down and crawl you fucking insect
Get down and crawl (The remedy is worse than the disease)
Get down and crawl (The remedy is worse than the disease)
Get down and crawl (The remedy is worse than the disease)
The remedy is worse than the disease
The remedy is worse than the disease!
My life spills out just like temples

Your god is a fossil abandon the appsosals get down and join hands to explode
your god lists disciples abandon the rifles get down and join hands to explode to explode to explode to explode

At the last line, the blade came down on Moira's head.

My life spills out just like temples

"What the fuck… was that?" Moira shrugged.

"Truth be told… I have no clue. But, it was fucking awesome." Nathan had to agree on that.

-Back with the Bass Players-

Murderface got up and stretched. "That wasch a pretty neat video. We normally don't do thoshe."

Bloodyfist shrugged, "It's a lot of work. I doubt you guys could handle the retakes. From what I heard, you were threatened to do your last album, even if it was meant for fish." She smirked, the both of them in their room where they sat on their respectful beds. It was the only one with two beds. Nathan's had only a king size one.

"Show you think! We're Dethklok. We're jusht aweshome. No need to do mushic videosch." He dodged a slipper. "You know it'sh all true."

"You're such an ass."

"Yup. I try."

--With Ofdensen—

The poor CFO felt his sanity slipping. Things were just not going his way as he watched the horrid video again. The masked person must have been Munkittrick, he had the same body structure as him and the same tattoo Ofdensen knew he had for he himself had one on his right arm: XII. It was their unit code. The recording was of his death, being torture and disemboweled, dying a slow and cruel death. The man doing it was Javier, a sinister laugh echoed. Munkittrick struggled, and was probably screaming, yet the only thing heard were muffled noises and grunts. He must have been gagged behind the mask.

"I hope you're watching this Cancerous. Because this is going to be your fate." Javier said as he looked back at the camera."You too Ofdensen if you fuck with my plans. Dethklok can always get a new manager. You're nothing special. Andy was a trooper, and didn't say much about you. Too bad, he could have been spared." He dug his arm into his open torso up to his elbow. The bloodied man arched up, thrashing from side to side. He would have toppled over had his hands and feet not been secured in clamps.

"Dethklok is the only thing worth living for. My followers and I will make sure our gods live without disturbances."He pulled out a pumping organ and squeezed it until it popped. Munkittrick went limp. "See you later girls. Your hearts are mine…" The tape went blank.

Running a hand through his hair and finishing the last of his whiskey, Ofdesen threw his glass at the wall. "What the fuck is going on?" he said to himself, "Who is this little shit? They have to know… but the concert… it has to go on. It's the only way to bring them out while keeping the girls safe… hopefully." For the rest of the night, he debated of whether or not to tell the girls soon. Was it worth it? Or would they pull out from the concert? If Van Winkler knew his private number, then that meant he might have known where they had planned to stage the concert. He had to move it, just to be sure. Looking at his calender, he rubbed this temple. The news would probably have to wait. He may have been a stick in the mud, but even couldn't ruin someones birthday, not from Cancerous at least. Dethklok maybe...

Two days early! Surprise! Well, that concludes chapter 16! All lemons were inspired by a friend and her sex-capades. Funniest stories ever, since most of her tales ended with something totally random and messed up (like the head board, she really did hit her head). Sorry if that's TMI. :P And to let you all know, in a few days I will be posting up links on my Bio Page to my drawn sketches of the girls from Cancerous! Moira and Bloodyfist look crappy... But I'm too lazy to redo them and do Munkittrick, lol. I suck at drawing older men.

Insomia:Aw, that's cool why you told be like liked them. I'm going to assume you like Nathan/Moira and Murderface/Bloodyfist pairing right now. That's cool.

YourSweet: I actually never played FF8. How strange... I got Lucy's outfit from a wedding catalog for bridesmaids. I thought it was cute too.

Gremlin:D: You didn't say who you liked! I think I know what movie your talking. 88 Minutes or something like that. Good movie. Trippy.

Dragonz:Lol, Drummers need lovin' too (I hearts Shinya from Dir en Grey. He's such a pretty man like Mana).

Angela:GAH! You didn't tell me which couple you liked too!

Wild:Yay! At least someone likes Lucy. I was getting worried there. Another Pickle fan, hmm? Cool.

Favorite Couples:

First Place: TOKI/LUCY and PICKLES/CHERRY by 2 votes
Everyone else ties with 1 vote (I think)

We'll see a more accurate count in the next chapter (hopefully).

Favorite Character recount:

First Place: Tie Between Runa and Moira by 3 votes
Second Place: Cherry by 2 votes
Third: Bloodyfist and Lucy by 1 vote