Robot Ninja's are Confusing
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Set: Post Robot Ninja's are Helpful.
Authoress note: Charles and Nathan come to a realization.
For all my reviewers, who without I would have surely given up a long time ago.
Chapter Two
Nathan was coming to terms with something serious.
He might have a thing for Charles.
Ever since Charles had danced around him in the gym, and knocked him on his back. Except maybe before then, when Charles, tiny shrimp that he was, thought he could boss then all around, boss the world around.
Nathan had always liked people who took charge, especially if they were slight in build. There was something about someone small and, at least on the outside, fragile acting like they could rule the fucking world that did it for him. He'd always been attracted to dominant types, hence why he ended up with Rebecca for so long. She'd been a bitch, a bitch he'd wanted to go to war with, but also a bitch he'd wanted to fuck until the sky exploded.
There was just something about them, small but fierce. Like a Jack Russell taking on a yard wolf and winning.
Charles triggered that reaction in him. He was small and he was bossy and there was something about him that said he had the power to back it all up. Nathan didn't know if it was pure confidence or if it was the fact that he'd seen Charles block a lot of punches for him. But something in him had always known that Charles was fierce.
But then Charles had died. He'd fucking died and left them for nine months. Only to come back, looking so fucking bad-ass that even the straightest, most masculine guy would have felt a tightening at the sight of him.
Fuck, Nathan had replayed that moment in his head so many times, both for the way Charles had looked when he came in to save them, and for the way he felt when he smashed Damien Cornickelson in the fucking face. When asked he said he'd done it cause the guy pissed him off but Nathan knew it was because that asshole was getting close to Charles, so he'd put him down.
Then shit went on fire and Nathan had run into fire to pull Charles out. He still felt weird about that. But that weird feeling had been smashed to smithereens when he saw Charles fucking torture a guy just because Nathan said he wanted to see it.
He enjoyed watching Charles fuck people up. To the point where it was becoming increasingly distracting. Worse he suspected Charles was taking a more hands on approach with information retrieval because of Nathan's reaction to it. Nathan would get text messages at least once a week inviting him to observe a session.
Either someone had information Charles wanted or was a threat to the band and needed to be made an example of. Nathan really enjoyed those ones. Where someone had to be made dead in as brutal a way as possible. He enjoyed them far too much. He'd walked funny all the way back to his room after watching Charles flay a man alive.
The idea of pushing Charles down, holding him when he was that powerful, that capable. The idea of controlling someone that brutal, it made his blood boil. He'd showered and touched himself trying not to concentrate too hard on the fact that he was imagining pinning Charles against a wall, fucking him raw with blood between them.
Nathan didn't have the words to express the mixture of frustration, desperation, anger and 'oh no he's hot' that he felt around Charles these days, so he did what he always did and ignored it all. Squished it down and just lived in the moment.
He'd tried drinking but that just made him annoyingly honest, he'd almost spilled his guts to Pickles at one point and now Pickles watched him funny when he went near Charles. He couldn't help but think the flamboyant man was laughing at him.
So, he'd tried to distract himself with something that wasn't alcohol. He'd done his GED and Charles had fucking tutored him. On the surface Nathan knew that was a good thing, he'd done something and Charles had supported him without making him feel like a dildo, like a good manager. But on another level it messed him up. It was ok to think of Charles as a manager, that was fine. It was ok to think of Charles as someone who gave a shit about them, that was also fine. It was even ok to think of Charles as someone who on occasion was so fucking sexy his dick might burst; he could deal with that as well as long as he didn't think too hard about it. But to think of Charles as someone who was both sexy and cared about him. That was too much.
Despite this, he couldn't stop himself from indulging his baser instincts.
He'd convinced Charles to spar with him, but he was careful, he always let Charles win. The smaller man was fast and Nathan didn't have to try to hard to let him win. Being beaten and pinned by Charles was enough, he could think about what he knew Charles was capable of. He could think about blood and screams and Charles' merciless and brutal and it was enough. It satisfied him. He could do that and not be gay.
But Charles was cottoning on to him and that was pissing Nathan off. Charles was ruining it. He was pointing out that Nathan was letting him win and that ruined it. Ruined it enough that Nathan lashed out, got the upper hand and pinned the smaller man to the mat.
Fuck.
Charles pinned beneath him, congratulating him on his victory, it made it so he couldn't ignore his reaction to it. He couldn't ignore the images his stupid fuckling brain threw up at him. Charles beneath him and really fucking happy about it. A fucking murder machine of a man submitting to him, wanting to submit to him, craving it.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Nathan had nearly run out of the gym when the Klokateer snapped him out of it. He'd been so close to doing something he couldn't take back, right there on the mat. He wasn't entirely sure what that meant for gay guys but he knew enough to know that they could fuck. That it involved putting his dick inside the other guy and fucking. The fact that he could maybe do that to Charles, it made his legs go shivery. But the klokateer had ruined it, or saved him, either way he wasn't sure.
Then Charles had admitted to booking a venue, a special party because Nathan had passed his exams and everything went white in his brain. Charles the man who clearly gave a shit about him and Charles the murder machine he wanted to fuck were becoming the same person again and it was messing him up.
Nathan wasn't ashamed to admit that he'd run away.
Run away to the bar that Charles had booked out and started trying to drown his confusion in booze. He was so focused on drinking himself into a nice cozy stupor that he missed when Charles joined them. He was double digits deep on beers when Charles stumbled up to him.
"Well done, you deserve this." Charles slurred his words a bit. "You worked really hard, I'm proud of you." Nathan liked Charles sloppy, something about the vulnerability from someone usually so in control. It made the sentimentality behind Charles words easier to bare. He still felt heat rush into his face, but he lifted his bottle and tried to gently bump Charles glass with his own, but the connection was hard enough to jostle Charles brandy over his hand.
"Sorry"
"It's ok, I can get another." Charles smiled at him then waved an uncoordinated hand at the bar tender.
"Ha, you're drunk." Nathan raised his own bottle to flag the barmaid down, then gestured at himself and Charles. Once assured of more drinks he guided Charles back to the table the group had congregated around.
Nathan was coming to know the little telltale signs that Charles was drunk. His cheeks would flush, the tie would disappear, and his eyes normally so sharp would become a little unfocused. The signs weren't unusual, they were the signs most people displayed when drunk but Nathan was coming to like how that looked on his manager.
"I'm not drunk, I'm just tired."
"Old mans," Skwisgaar snorted while Toki pushed yet another bottle Infront of Charles.
"This will gives you energy." He smiled; Charles shook his head but accepted the bottle. It was part of the agreement that he drinks anything the boys gave him on these nights, so long as it was an actual drink and not bleach.
"That's not true, if anything I will fall asleep faster because of this."
"I already got him a drink Toki," Nathan grumbled but didn't stop Charles drinking the beer.
"Beers will keep him going till your drink arrives," Toki said. Charles started knocking the beer back, doing a poor job of hiding his wince at the taste. Nathan sniggered but stopped when the barmaid arrived putting the harder drinks down on the table. Nathan has to stifle another giggle as Charles spotted the brandy and started energetically chugging his beer to move onto the preferred drink.
"Calm down," Nathan muttered. "It's not that good."
"It's better than beer," Charles said.
"I'm surprised you picked this place, Chuck," Pickles said from across the table as Charles threw the empty beer bottle away. "It's a bit of a dive, thought you'd pick a more fancy pants place, a place that served good brandy at least."
"I picked it because I thought you'd like it." Charles swirled his brandy around the glass.
"You could have to somewhere that serves good booze, I like good booze," Nathan said. "I can drink that fancy crap."
"Of course you can," Charles patted his chest and Nathan tried to be mad about it. "But I know you're more comfortable in places like this."
"Bar tenders watering down the drinksh," Murderface interjected.
"Yeah," Nathan nudged Charles. "You should do something about it."
"You just want to watch me hurt someone." Charles smiled the strange little smile that he never seemed to show to anyone other than Nathan. It made Nathan uncomfortable, at least that's how he chose to interoperate the strange fizzy feeling in his stomach.
"Nathans likes hurting people. That's brutal." Toki wobbled in his chair. Skwisgaar subtly moved Toki's drink further away from the Norwegian. Charles nodded at the action and Skwisgaar smiled. Nathan tried not to glare, it seemed they were all fans of approval from Charles.
"Nathan doesn't like hurting people." Pickles said, his expression annoyingly knowing for someone who had drunk as much as he had. "Nathan likes it when Charles hurts people."
Nathan wasn't surprised that Pickles had picked up on his 'fetish' the man knew him better than Toki or Skwisgaar and he'd almost confessed to the drummer. Nathan was just glad Pickles usually left it at teasing looks and the occasional inappropriate comment. Pickles was an asshole but he was an asshole who knew what not to push.
"Charles can't hurt people." Toki wobbled more. "He's too small. Even if he is a robot." Toki gasped. "Can you do cool robot punch moves?"
"Uh… probably not." Charles said sipping at his brandy. "Nathan is better at punching than I am, though he shouldn't do it so much."
"Charles is better at taking guys fingernails off." Pickles cackled. Charles gave Nathan a mildly irritated look. Nathan was not supposed to share the videos Charles gave him.
"I have a unique skillset." Charles muttered. "And I think I need another drink." Nathan watched Charles go up to the bar wobbling his way over there in a pleasing fashion. He enjoyed that Charles took their agreement so seriously. He always ended up a mess on these nights and it was fun.
"You're not subtle," Skwisgaar said when Charles was out of earshot. Nathan glared at Pickles.
"Don't blame me!" Pickles sniggered. "Nathan's about as subtle as a brick."
"But Ofdensen, he's not subtle either." Skwisgaar shrugged.
"What the fuck does that mean." Nathan glared into his beer.
"You…" Skwisgaar struggled with the words sounding increasingly irritated. "He cares abouts yous."
"He cares about all of us."
"But especially Nathans." Toki grinned. "He's your lady life mates."
"Toki." Nathan clenched his fist as Toki sniggered away to himself. He was about to get up when Charles returned with a tray of drinks.
"I asked for a round and this is what he gave me so… help yourself." Nathan laughed, the round was six big bottles of vodka, baccardi and rum. The barmaid had played Charles for a drunken sap.
"There's no brandy," Nathan said standing up. "I'll sort you out." He patted Charles shoulder and headed to the bar. "Hey," he called to the barmaid. "You trying to fuck us?"
"No sir," the barmaid said. "It's an open bar, all paid up front. I just wanted to save you the trouble of coming up here every time a glass was empty."
"Oh." Nathan nodded. "Then give me ten beers and a big bottle of brandy."
"Yes, sir." The barmaid did as asked and handed Nathan a tray. On the tray was the requested bottle and a piece of paper. Nathan looked at it, it was a phone number. He glanced at the barmaid.
"I figured the suit wearing chap was your boyfriend but on the off chance I was wrong…well it doesn't hurt to ask right?" Nathan said nothing, just headed back to the table.
"I've killed lots of people." Charles said, as Nathan arrived back at the table with the tray. Nathan frowned, glancing around at the band.
"Who." Skwisgaar said.
"Lots of people." Charles shrugged. "Its part of my job."
"But who in particular?" Murderface pressed.
"Fans." Charles said "The ones who get out of control."
"Fans aren't people," Murderface scoffed. "You haven't killed a real person." Nathan sat next to Charles who accepted the bottle of brandy like it was the Holy Grail.
"Thank you, Nathan." Charles smiled at him.
"Leave off," Nathan growled at Murderface.
"No, I wanna know." Murderface slurred, his drunkenness making his lisp worse.
"Melmord," Charles said blatantly. Nathan did a double take. What?! He thought Melmord had been arrested or something?
"You killed Melmord?" he said, Charles nodded. "Why?"
"Bad influence," Charles said. "He was a jackass."
"How?" Nathan said immediately.
"But why?" Toki said at the same time. "He was cools."
"He was a jackass Toki," Charles said firmly. "He wasn't good for the band."
"How." Nathan said again firmer.
"I thought he was a cools guy." Skwisgaar said.
"How!" Nathan snapped. Charles turned to face him.
"What?"
"How did you kill him?" Nathan said. Charles slowly smiled at him, a very knowing look in his eyes. Nathan felt his guts tighten. He wanted to know not because Melmord was a good guy, but because he was someone Nathan had known, someone who professed to enjoy the company of the band. And Chales had ended him. Charles' smile said he knew why Nathan wanted to know and that sent a shiver down Nathan's back.
"With a sword." Charles said slowly.
"You killed him with a sword" Nathan swallowed at the image that gave.
"To start with, yes, on the roof, he fell, then there was a train. He got run over."
"Sounds like an album title, fake manager hit by a train." Skwisgaar cackled.
No one else seemed to really hear what Charles was saying. But Nathan did. Charles was staring him dead in the face when he said it. He smirked wider as he spoke.
"Details." Nathan said without thinking. Charles smirk widened even further, into a full-blown grin. He never let his eyes drop from Nathan.
"He dove at me." Charles moved closer. "I grabbed him by the lapels. My foot went in his gut and I threw him over me, off the roof, onto the tracks below. The train came a moment later." Nathan stared. "The sound when he hit the ground was hollow, like he was empty inside. But when the train hit him, it was wet. Like a bag of wet meat."
"You just threw him." Nathan's mouth was dry.
"Of course." Charles leaned back and shrugged.
"You wanted him dead," Nathan said. "Because he was close to us?" His dick hardened as he waited for Charles to answer.
"I wanted him dead," Charles said. "Because he was growing close to you."
"Fuck." Nathan didn't realise he'd said it out loud. Charles took a long sip of brandy straight from the bottle.
Nathan ran. Again.
End Chapter Two
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