Not for the lack of imagination

Title: Not for the lack of imagination
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Series: Metalocalypse
Pairings/Couples: Nathan Explosion, Nathan Explosion/William Murderface (semi onesided)
Part of: Random Word Drabbles
Beta: No Beta, all mistakes are my own
Summary: Nathan’s thoughts stray to that damned Bassist and he can’t help his thoughts.
Notes: This was inspired by a sentence prompt instead of a word.  So I saw the gif of how each Dethklok member jacks off and Nathan’s was different than I thought but I love how he bites his lower lip.  I can picture this all in my head and it makes me soooo happy!

“Why do you have to make this so difficult?”

He asked himself this multiple times a day, away from everyone and the one that had just the habit of digging under his skin. Either intentionally or by accident, he couldn’t figure out why he cared. Normally he wouldn’t give it any thought, caught up with his own life. If anything, he’d just give the bassist a look of irritation and make it a mission to piss him off. Get a laugh at making the older man miserable. Now he found himself noticing the way thick fingers curled into fists when Murderface was irritated. The way that oversized jaw would set while green eyes narrowed when he became the butt of every joke.

He knew how much Murderface wanted approval, the attention that it would give him and what the bassist would try to do to get it. Could see the way the older man just craved it.

He also noticed how Murderface would bite at his bottom lip or chew on his thumb when he was sure no one was looking. Finding his gaze being drawn to the man more and more.

Avoiding his gaze in the mirror, Nathan closed his eyes as he tried to force his thoughts away from Murderface. An obscene obsession that had started with brief thoughts while jacking off was turning to something serious. Wondering how it would feel to have those wide lips on his, or the brush that stupid mustache against his upper lip. If Murderface was as good at sucking dick as he was at attempting to bullshit them.

Biting down hard on his lower lip as he shoved his jeans down, tugging and pulling his dick out. What would it feel like to push Murderface down? See how far he could try his luck, to feel those rough fingers curled around him and to just suck him off. Mind reeling with possibilities, each one more depraved.

Swallowing back sounds that crept up the back of his throat, imagining fucking into the bassist. To know what sounds Murderface could make and how his name would sound coming from those lips.

Shoulders hunched, breath heavy as he came, wanting to know and just imagining Murderface swallowing. A groan that resembled Murderface’s name escaped, staring down at his cum stained hand.

It took him a minute to look up, to notice wide green eyes and that damned mustache.

Fuck.

Tender

Title: Tender
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Series: Metalocalypse
Pairings/Couples: Nathan Explosion/William Murderface
Part of: Random Word Drabbles
Beta: No Beta, all mistakes are my own
Summary: He wasn’t used to tenderness, to touches that didn’t bring pain.  He kinda likes it, even if he won’t admit it.
Notes: I’m struggling a little bit with writers block.  And trying to get over a little lack of confidence.  I love the idea of Nathan being gentle while William is a bit rough, also like the idea that William can’t convey how he feels.  I didn’t know how to end this drabble. Word prompt is Tender.

It hadn’t been long, a few minutes since they started.  The rough way Nathan was with him was perfect.  Fingers grabbing, tightening in the way he knew would leave bruises.  A reminder to him that this wasn’t something his mind came up with, that this was real and not his imagination.  Nothing his mind could ever compete with what the other was doing to him.

Biting hard on his lower lip, tasting iron on his tongue as he muffled the sounds Nathan wrought from him.  The slide of hair against his back as Nathan rested against his back, feeling the trembling against his skin.  Teeth  scraping and finding purchase along his shoulder.  Scars from bites, canines that dug further, nesting into his muscles.  Pushing back, wanting more.

Releasing his bottom lip, resting his head against the floor.  Knees scraping against the rug as he struggled to keep from falling forward.

“Wh-” a huff as he tried to catch his breath.  “Why’d you schtop?”

He wanted to look up, turn his head to eye Nathan.  Cheeks that would be flushed, the huff of breaths that would part thin lips that he wanted to kiss.  Nathan’s answer didn’t come, only the bite into his shoulder was released.  The empty feeling when the vocalist pulled back and out of him.

William couldn’t stop the whine-like sound, not liking the feeling that Nathan left.  Emptiness that filled him, thoughts racing through his mind.  What did he do wrong?  Attempting to hold himself still, bracing himself for cruel words that would inevitably come.  Heart twisting, he couldn’t bring himself to beg.

Instead of words that would have ripped him apart, he felt Nathan’s hands pull him up and turn him around.  Catching the brief hesitant look on the vocalist’s face, hands that had gripped him tightly were now holding him tenderly.  Letting his gaze move downward to Nathan’s dick, still hard and twitching.  Lips that opened to speak, no words escaping.  Snorting in amusement, the frown that crossed Nathan’s face, William pushed the vocalist back.  Normally Nathan wouldn’t let him be on top, but goddamn did he want to ride Nathan.  And he was gonna get what he wanted.

He ignored the voice in the back of his mind at the tender way Nathan was touching him.  Uncomfortable with the way it made his pulse race and feelings he didn’t want to acknowledge (a lie, he wanted them so much).  Instead, reaching behind himself to align and sink down on Nathan’s dick.  Chewing at his bleeding lip, staring down to see green eyes focused on his dick disappearing.  Tossing his head back, William groaned as he took Nathan deeper.  Shit, he needed to do this more often as he started to rise and fall along the hard flesh that hit his prostate.

Ignoring the way large hands run up his thighs, fingers splayed as though they were mapping and memorizing.  Freezing for a second, clenching his eyes and biting on his tongue as his mind screamed at him for believing that someone could find him attractive.  How could anyone when-

“Holy shit,” a groan, large hands tightening on his hips, a spark of pain that had him snapping his eyes open to stare down at the vocalist.  Color that dusted across Nathan’s face deepened, “never thought you’d ride me.  C’mon, Murderface,” teeth bared in a snarl as hands forced him to move.

William fought with himself taking a second, finding himself rising and falling; meeting Nathan’s thrusts with each downward movement.  The way Nathan stared at him, messages that green eyes conveyed that words did not.  Words that neither of them would ever say, only being conveyed with tender touches to his body.  Chewing at the inside of his cheek, he couldn’t be like Nathan and instead, leaned down to take thin lips in a rough kiss.

William ignored the way those tender hands made him feel, even if his blood thrummed with excitement. 

Wide-eyed

Title: Wide-eyed
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Series: Metalocalypse
Pairings/Couples: Nathan Explosion/William Murderface
Part of: Random Word Drabbles
Beta: No Beta, all mistakes are my own
Summary: Murderface used to be predictable, now he isn’t so sure.
Notes: So I stumbled on a clip of William Murderface talking, albeit to himself, about sucking dick. I…its like my heart went into overdrive over the video. Sure, he was musing to himself about showing off to the fans. Being in slash fiction and from there, the whole thing just screams to me that William needs a dick. Like right now. In his mouth. Word prompt is Wide-eyed.

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Fuck, how did this start? He couldn’t remember and right now it didn’t matter, not at all. No, what mattered was that he had been pushed back against the wall in one of the many rooms of Mordhaus, small and forgotten by them and everyone else, though if he were to guess, Murderface had been using the room. Ignoring the stale smell of the room, trying to ignore the fact that the door had been barred with a chair tucked under the door handle.

Rough hands that hesitated briefly, making quick work of his belt and jeans. Fabric being tugged down, hands that grabbed him through his underwear. Knees that hit the floor, a muffled sound coming from Murderface and the shudder from the bassist. He hadn’t expected to feel lips wrap around the head of his dick, a free hand playing with what couldn’t fit in that wide mouth.

Jaw snapping closed, his breath heaving as nimble fingers played with his balls. Hunching over, sliding his hands through thick curly hair before curling and tightening to hold that rough mouth still. If Murderface was gonna be this bold, he might as well use what was being offered. Staring down at those sickly green eyes, the challenge that was silently being offered. The smirk that would be on the bassist’s lips if they weren’t wrapped around his dick.

Licking at his upper lip, holding Murderface’s head still as he used that mouth for his own pleasure. Hips moving, working his cock in as eyes that were normally narrowed and guarded were half lidded. Blissed out to be used by him.

“Fuck, you like this,” his voice rough, enjoying the ego boost as he took what the bassist was offering. “Like me fucking your mouth, don’t you? Bet you’d like that, me fucking you even more,” his dick twitched at the thought, hands that abandone his balls to claw at his thighs. Nails digging in, urging him on further.

Biting his tongue to keep from groaning out Murderface’s name as he came, failing as the bassist’s first name slipped free. Rough breathing, his grip on the other’s hair relaxed. Falling on his ass as Murderface struggled to breath, wide lips stained with spit and cum that he ended swallowing down. It wasn’t hard to see that calloused dick straining against black shorts. Hands that had been digging into his thighs scrambled to release the buttons and zipper. He watched, wide-eyed as Murderface pulled out his dick, seeing how turned on the other was. One stroke, two – three before coming

“Fuck, Murderface,” Nathan grunted, unable to tear his eyes away from the cum covered hand. “Being this impulsive, it was awesome, didn’t know you could be like this.”

He needed to up his game.

Slay or I would rather you watch me jack off instead of being eaten alive

Title: Slay or I would rather you watch me jack off instead of being eaten alive
Rating: Explicit
Series: Metalocalypse
Pairings/Couples: Nathan Explosion/William Murderface
Part of: Random Word Drabbles
Beta: No Beta, all mistakes are my own
Summary: He shouldn’t have taken off, leaving the safety of Mordhaus. But here he was, hiding from zombies.
Notes: This was supposed to be a drabble and I am obsessed with William watching or at least peaking in on Nathan jerking off. And why not a zombie apocalypse?  Since in the majority of the zombie movies, the zombies are fast and not in states of decay, I wanted the slow, shambling zombies.  The word prompt is Slay.

Hiding behind the dumpster in the alleyway, William held his breath. Trying to muffle any and all sounds he made, not wanting to attract the shambling zombies that were at the entrance to the alley.  Why did he think it was a good idea to trek out in the middle of a goddamn zombie apocalypse?

Pride.

Necessity.

To get away from the growing attraction he has for Nathan.  It wasn’t like he intentionally walked in on the vocalist jacking off (a lie), being shooed away like a gnat when all he wanted to do was help.  Maybe silently try to get Nathan to fuck his face or something more.

Cursing silently, tightening his grip on the ax he held.  He had plenty of guns and ammunition, but the last time he used them the sound of gun fire had drawn more attention from the shambling hordes.  This time, he had an ax he liberated from an empty firehouse.  

Crouching, he glanced over his shoulder and then around the dumpster once more.  Waiting a few minutes, getting to his feet and moving to the other end of the alley.  Unused to how quiet the city had become, he wasn’t expecting to hear Nathan’s voice coming from the other end of the alley.  The clinking of a bat against the skull of one zombie, then another, a curse.

Before he could think of what he was doing, he gripped the ax and sprinted to where he heard Nathan.  Huffing out a breath, he eyed the ground of zombies and where they had Nathan pinned. 

“Hey schit headsch!”

He called out, stepping back as one zombie turned towards him, then another.  Another step back, he could have saved himself but he wouldn’t have been able to forgive himself if he couldn’t do anything to save Nathan.

Not that he would admit it.

Instead, changing the grip on the ax, William brought it up as the first zombie reached out and brought it down with a heavy swing.  A kick at the downed zombie, eying the second shambling creature with disgust.

“Ya gonna help?” William hollered at Nathan, “or are you gonna have me do all the work?”

Killing the second zombie, he was lucky in the sense they weren’t the fast moving dead like the movies portrayed.  People were just stupid enough not to take them serious.

Like him.

He caught the feral grin that crossed the vocalist’s face and knew he wouldn’t have to struggle.  Almost like a game, trying to outdo each other.  By the time the last zombie fell William was exhausted and just…. filthy.

And Horny.

Nathan didn’t have a clue as to how good he looked.  Chest heaving, pushing hair back away from his face.  It took everything he had to not stare.  And not wish to do something about it.

“Uhh, Murderface -“

“I know,” Wiliam sighed, shooting Nathan a look of irritation.  “Look-“. He huffed for a moment, kicking at the ground before looking up. “I’m schorry for-“

“Your boner is showing,” Nathan gloated, the corners of his normally frowning mouth curving a little, as if he enjoyed making the bassist squirm.

William felt heat rushing to his cheeks, embarrassment, frustration.  He just busted his ass to help (save) the vocalist and the other had to blatantly point out the obvious.  Taking pleasure in humiliating him, even if it’s the end of the world.  

“Why’d you follow me?”  William questioned, trying to ignore the way green eyes stared at him.  Or the way the hard gaze slipped down.  There was no use in trying to deny how fucked up it was that he was this turned on or how he wanted Nathan to push up to a wall and just fuck him.  There was so much he couldn’t express.

“Cus’ you took off so suddenly,” Nathan shrugged a shoulder, looking uncomfortable all of a sudden.  

“I’m not schticking around while you jerk off,” William huffed, setting his jaw as he stared at Nathan.  The look Nathan shot him told him he didn’t believe the lie.

“It’s better than getting eaten by these things,” a wave of a hand towards the pile of dead bodies.

“Scho you would prefer me to just watch you get off?” William asked, cocking his head a little as though he couldn’t wrap his mind around what Nathan was saying.  Far from the fact, the idea of watching and participating in getting the vocalist off.

The stare and silence, William waited for Nathan to reject the idea.  Turn the words around and accuse him of being a fucking pervert.  Instead he got the awkward silence as his answer.  William kept the smirk off his face, tone flat and body language stiff.  Shaking the gore off of head of the ax, he looked behind Nathan with a slight quirk of an eyebrow 

“Did you come here alone?”

“We’ll, yeah.  Pickles and Skwisgaar were busy-

“Bullschit,” he muttered under his breath, hopefully low enough that Nathan didn’t hear him.  He had caught the two several times without them knowing, along with Toki.  He had, at the time, caught the flash of something resembling pain in the Norwegian’s eyes.  The way the youngest had tried to distance himself, which Pickles had put a stop to.  He wondered if Nathan had a clue about what’s going under his nose.

“Anyway, I was the uh, only one free.  So,” another shrug that teemed with impatience, a shifty look in those green eyes.  “Let’s just go.”

“Fine,” William muttered, knowing he wouldn’t get any more out of the vocalist.  His body still  thrumming, resisting the urge to whip out his dick and rub one out.

That… didn’t sound like a bad idea.  Hand itching, reaching to adjust himself.  He hadn’t gone free ballin’ since this whole mess started, missing the freedom.  Missed being able to wear clothes that weren’t bite proof.  Still had his boots though.

“Schoo, how did you find me?” He asked as they made their way through the streets.

When Nathan didn’t answer, William looked over to see normally pale ears reddened just the slightest.  It could have been the sun, but deep down he wanted, hoped, that it was something else.  He’d have to just guess, Nathan wasn’t forthcoming on that.

Swinging the ax as he walked, he needed something stronger.  Or something that could be close to what he wanted.  He missed the times where he could get whatever he wanted with just an order.  Now they had to scavenge for what they needed.  Food, gas, any sort of entertainment.  

William didn’t notice Nathan getting just a little closer as they made their way back home.  Didn’t notice the way the vocalist would glance over at him, nor did he notice the hand that shot out to grab his wrist.  Before he could protest, say anything and wonder what the fuck was going on, the grip that tightened and pulled him closer. Being pulled into the rough embrace, William struggled for a few moments, he didn’t have any fight in him and it was nice to have someone touch him.

“I know you have a death wish, Murderface, but fuck.  You know how things go.  It’s just-” a deep seated growl when he tried to move.

Interesting.

“The world has gone to hell, which is totally metal.  But there is no one coming to rescue or clean up.  We’re all we have and-“

It took him a moment to fully get what Nathan was saying, knowing the vocalist was right.  He didn’t acknowledge the painful twinge he felt in his chest nor the way his body felt heavy.

Just his luck.

Huffing out a sound that hopefully sounded like acceptance, William nodded and stepped back once Nathan released his hold.

“Yeah, I get it.”

“No, you don’t.  God, you’re an idiot,” Nathan reached out to pull him back but William stepped back further, bristling.

“Hey!  Fuck you!”

“Fuck, Murderface.  I don’t want you hurt, okay?  I-“

From where he stood, ready to dart off in order to protect what hope he had left.  A step back and another, Nathan following each of his steps.

“I fucking like you you fucking idiot!“

The shout that echoed off the empty buildings, drawing the attention of stragglers zombies that they hadn’t noticed.

“Shit, okay, we need to go,” the brief hesitation from the vocalist, William swallowed and agreed.  He was tired and all he wanted was to figure out where they stood, especially with that confession.

“You’re going to tell me,” William tried to hiss out as they looked for shelter.  Mordhaus was still a distance away and with the sun setting soon, it would have been too dangerous to be on foot when they couldn’t see any undead stumbling about.

What looked to be empty buildings, businesses abandoned a while ago seemed to be the closest shelter.  The heavy door leading into the building opened slowly, dust and shadows yawned as light was let in for the first time in god knows how long.  Silence as they stepped further in.  Banging the ax he held against a metal pipe, William waited for any sort of sound.

Nothing but silence was his answer.

“Fucking sucks that I-uh forgot to grab a flashlight,” Nathan mumbled, leaning a little closer to him.

“We’ll, I didn’t think of grabbing one when I left,” William admitted, looking around and pretending he didn’t notice or enjoy the feeling.  “Maybe there’sch something we can prop the door with schomething.”

It took a moment of arguing back and forth about the door when the sound of feet shuffling slowly outside answered their argument.  A quick peek outside, just one lone zombie that had made its way  Quietly closing the door, leaving the room in near pitch darkness.  They were lucky enough that the living dead were brainless and didn’t know how to open doors.  Feeling defeated for a moment, pressing his back against the wall he felt, William slid to the ground and took a deep breath.  Nathan joined him, sliding down to the floor as well.

“I wasn’t lying,” Nathan began awkwardly.  “I do!  Like you, you know.  I’m just not good at showing it.”

Wishing he could see Nathan’s Face, his expression or anything.  Something!

“Then why did you chasche me out?”. William asked, going for the throat.  If Nathan had just said something or hadn’t shooed him away they could have been a lot more comfortable than in some random room in goddamned building.

A brief huff of a laugh, he could feel the vocalist’s movement against him even if he couldn’t see him.

“It was already embarrassing enough you walked in on me.  But shit, I couldn’t exactly tell you right at that moment, ya know?  Couldn’t just say “hey c’mere and help me”,”

“You should’ve,” William huffed.  “I would’ve-” a cough and he felt heat creeping up his neck.  Wishing he had a knife with him, something to do with his hands.  

“I know,” Nathan sighed.

Though the vocalist was right next to him, brushing up against.  Touching him with just a shoulder.  William tried to ignore that voice inside his black heart that screamed to do something.  It had been so goddamned long and he wanted so much.

Content to just let the silence build, William waited for a moment.  Caving in, he reached out a hand to Nathan’s arm.  Briefly touching, reveling in the warmth and the way the other didn’t recoil at his touch.

The weight of a head against his as Nathan leaned in.  Nose against cheek, searching.  A hand turning his head just enough and his lips kissed.  Gentle, a push before a sharp nip to his lower lip and the soothing of Nathan’s tongue.  Only a chance to take in a breath, the next stolen, more confidence and forceful.  A hand sliding into his hair, grasping to jerk his head back.

“Gods, I wish I could see you right now,” the groan as the vocalist pulled away only to push against his neck.  Teeth finding purchase, sinking and biting hard.  A suck that joined, a single hand fumbling with clothing.  William’s hands join in, finding Nathan’s dick with little problem.  Curling around the hard length, William jerked his hand while Nathan attacked his neck.  Harsh panting breath against his skin, the rumbling of that gravelly voice in his ear.

William would give anything to see Nathan coming, only feeling the shudders and soft hair as the vocalist muffled his voice in his neck.  Hand continued to work the twitching dick, ignoring the fact that his clothes had jizz on them.  Ignoring the way his heart was hammering in his chest, he worked his clothes down enough to free himself.  Using his cum covered hand, twisting his wrist just the way he liked it.  

Harsh words of encouragement in his ears, something he had only dreamed of pushed him forward.  Of what Nathan wanted to do to him, when they got back to Mordhaus.  The confession of watching him jerking off a few times, of seeing the expression he made.

“Oh God, Nate,” William whimpered as the vocalist’s hand joined his, thumb brushing and rubbing against the sensitive head of his cock.  Licking at his upper lip, it didn’t take him long to finish, groaning out the vocalist’s name.

Using the floor as an attempt to clean his hand, William tried to catch his breath. It had been so long since he had come that hard, let alone with someone else’s hand on him as well. Leaning away from where he had wiped his hand, pulling Nathan with him. Enjoying the grunt of surprise, he sighed under his breath as he was pulled into Nathan’s arms. He couldn’t argue about being cuddled, even if it made him a little uncomfortable.

He wasn’t used to being treated like this, it was…nice. Glad for the darkness to hide the embarrassed look that was most likely on his face.

“I can hear you thinking,” a mutter against the back of his head, hands that had helped him get off held him in a way no one had. William couldn’t help the curl of heat in his gut, a feeling that made him yearn for more. A feeling that he didn’t want to acknowledge. Still, he scooted back a little, enjoying the comfort that Nathan gave him. Closing his eyes, William let sleep claim him.