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After nearly two weeks of begging, pleading and threatening by Charles, the band finally made their way down to the recording studio and under the CFO's watchful eye began to put together their latest album.
It was near noon before the slave master they called a manager pulled them for a lunch break. Instantly Selene vanished as the others lounged and relaxed. "So, ams we putting the news song on the albums?" Toki questioned Charles innocently.
"It's up to Nathan," he replied, sipping a cup of coffee.
"No," Nathan growled slightly almost at the same time his lover answered. "It's, uh, not ready."
"Aww come on!" Murderface argued, moving into the bigger man's path.
"I said it isn't finished!" the front man snarled, shoving the bassist aside.
"I need a smoke," the brown haired man sighed as he righted himself.
"Haven't even got the instrumentals done yet," the singer muttered under his breath.
"Are things always this tense?" Selene asked Charles softly as she reappeared seemingly out of no where.
"Not always," the manager sighed.
Gently the vampire shook her head in disgust and confusion. "Maybe he does not wish to share his feelings for this woman with the masses gentlemen," she stated firmly, eyeing each of the other four men slowly and steadily with those steely golden eyes.
"Then why write a song? Gosh!" Murderface exclaimed, not wanting to show exactly how unnerved he was by the vampire's gaze.
"Sometimes, William, a song is written to those you love as an intimate gift," Selene explained as she locked eyes with the bassist. "Father wrote one to me once, just before all hell broke loose, it's never been aired and only I know the words."
"Hm, guess you're right," he conceded causing the vampire to nod softly in agreement.
"Nathan must truly love this woman," the dark haired woman frowned thinking of how hurt Charles would be by this. "I desire to drain her lifeblood."
"Aw you jealous?" Murderface grinned. "I mean you are totally schoring with the robot!"
Instantly Selene began to twitch at the thought of any sexual acts with Charles. "Not at all William, I just like skank blood."
"Eh, guess that makes sense," the green eyed man shrugged as the vampire nodded with a smirk and wink to Charles who smiled back softly as the door burst open.
"Ok, lets finish this f-cking thing," Nathan growled as he reentered the room.
"Geez, Nathans am angry," Toki shuddered slightly.
"Tired," the singer nodded as they went back to work under Charles' supervising eye.
Near dawn only the final few tracks remained to be done. It was at this point that the CFO decided to call it. "That's a wrap everyone," Charles called out before turning back to murmur to Dick for a few moments.
"Drinking party! Ofdensen said he'd come too," Nathan smirked towards his lover. "You promised."
"Fine," the smaller man nodded, "maybe a couple of drinks."
Instantly the singer grinned darkly. Behind the keyboard Selene yawned widely showing off her four piercing sharp teeth.
"You sure likes wearing them fangs," Toki smiled friendlily to her.
"You've no idea Toki," the vampire laughed softly as she kissed his cheek. "Go have fun boys, I'm hitting the hay, maybe a couple he-skanks," she winked as she began to vanish down the hall.
"All rights, sleep wells!" Toki called after with a huge smile.
"Always, and drink well my brothers," Selene called as she slipped off into her room.
Moments later the six men piled into the limo heading off to several bars were the entire gathering, Charles included, proceeded to get completely smashed.
Upon returning to Mordhaus, Nathan smirked a little at the staggering manager. "You're drunk," the singer noted.
"Yes, I do believe so," Charles agreed, staggering towards his room.
"You can't hold booze," Nathan laughed, scooping up the smaller man.
Instantly the CFO buried his head into Nathan's neck and began laughing, "'s why I only wanted two beers."
"Now add about ten more," the larger man smirked, gently nuzzling against his head.
"And the shots and drunken gummy bears," Charles added, shaking his head slightly before whimpering some. "How do you guys do it?"
"Years of practice," Nathan smiled some as he undressed them both. "Party with us more and you'll get used to it."
"Someone has to be sober," the manager countered as he pulled the larger male down atop of him.
"Not always," the front man murmured as he placed soft kisses along his lover's neck. "Once a month won't kill ya," his lips finally finding their mark and landing softly against Charles' own lips.
"Fine, once a month," he conceded as he deepened the kiss between his client and himself.
"Brutal," Nathan grinned, sliding his hand down Charles' body slowly to tease the smaller man causing the CFO to arch into his hand and moan. "You like that?" Nathan whispered.
"Mmm, yes" Charles groaned softly.
"I—if it gets to bad," the singer kissed behind the smaller man's ear whispering, "say bread."
Unable to help himself, Charles laughed slightly at the safe word, "Alright aaah!"
Smirking to himself, Nathan gave his lover another light squeeze eliciting another groan. On it went for several minutes, Nathan gently teasing Charles before rolling him over and freezing, transfixed by the mark on the smaller man's back. "C—Charles?"
"Hmm?" the suit gently pressed against his client.
"You—you're marked," Nathan whispered, lightly touching it as Charles nodded and hummed softly in a drunken agreement. "W—why?" the singer pressed, kissing down his lover's spine as he came out of his shock.
"Why what?" Charles asked as if just coming into the conversation, burying his face into the pillow.
"Why'd you get it done?" the larger man pressed as he reached for a bit of lube.
"I thought it was — more than fitting," the smaller male sighed in slight irritation.
Instantly Nathan placed a possessive kiss on Charles' lips and whispered a faint 'brutal' before plunging into his lover's backside causing the manager to moan and further burry his face into the pillow and spread his legs a bit wider. "I belong to Dethklok," Charles grunted, "to you."
"To me," Nathan growled softly in amazement as he nuzzled into his lover's neck while pounding away at his entrance, reaching around to squeeze his member gently. Instantly Charles arched his back to meet Nathan's thrusts, letting the larger man squeeze and pleasure him, no longer able to form solid words which caused the front man to smirk and start to grunt slightly. Quickly Nathan bit down on his lover's shoulder hard, starting to shake as Charles threw his head back groaning.
"C—can't h—hold out much — more," Nathan whispered in his ear.
"I—I want you to - cum inside me," Charles whimpered softly.
"W—watch what you a—ask for," the singer roared as he dropped his load, causing his manger to cry out as he too spilt his seed into Nathan's hand.
Panting softly, the green eyed male lifted his hand to slowly lick it clean as he eased off Charles who groaned softly watching as if transfixed by the sight. Gently the singer nuzzled against him whispering with a smirk, "Tastes good." Softly he nipped at the suit as he pulled him into a kiss which was warmly returned, Charles' arms wrapping around the big brute as they cuddled close. "Get some sleep, work and junk," Nathan yawned.
"You too Nathan," Charles smiled softly turning the light out and pulling the covers up around them.