Run Through the Jungle

Ratings: R
Category: AU
Pairing(s): Nathan/Toki
Warnings: Blood, rough consensual sex, drug-imagery. A bit darker and weirder than my usual stuff
Summary: Based on the ‘Bloodlines’ video. Be vewy vewy quiet, Nathan’s hunting wabbits….
Notes: The second of two fics promised to hallo_katzchen, for being nice enough to cater to my weirdness. That and she’s a lovely person. Enjoy, hon.

Nathan didn’t know where the blood that smeared his face and dripped from his chin came from. Nathan didn’t know the name of the hot raw meat he was eating, clutching the joint in his large fists as he tore at it with his teeth. Nathan didn’t care. It was dark in the depths of the Amazon jungle at night, and his body was being jerked along for the ride by the animal spirit within him that had been set loose by a large dose of yopo. The spirit was something big, and reptilian, the brain cold and basic and hungry. His eyes were glazed and lifeless, and the only thing he wanted was…. Was what? Never mind. He’d know soon enough.

The light of the fire flickered strange patterns over his body, shining on the blood that smeared the bright yellow yopo, creating freakish stripes over his throat and shoulders. Nathan shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, but it was a last futile effort before the reptile inside took him over entirely. He was done with the meat, dropping it as he stood up, listening to the pounding of the drums in the small village, feeling the warm blood run off his lips…

And spied the rabbit. It was a big rabbit; tall and brown and wild, with a long face and demonic eyes. He wanted it. Nathan began making his way towards the rabbit, but it spied him, and fled. Nathan chased, his entire being focused on the rabbit, his powerful body working to its utmost to catch it, watching as the creature bounded and dodged and leapt. Nathan did not bound or dodge, he simply ran, pounding down the jungle vegetation like a rhino through grass. The rabbit reached the river and plummeted into it, and Nathan gave chase, happy in his natural element; the river – that was where an alligator belonged.

They reached the other side of the bank. Nathan felt cleaned, refreshed, but the rabbit was tired, and wounded. It crawled out of the water on all fours, head down, trailing blood from its side. That was when the reptile struck, and rabbit and alligator rolled and clawed and bit and fought in the dirt, each determined not to lose this battle. But the rabbit had no strength, and soon lay in its side, blue eyes close, mouth open as it panted heavily, lying in the mud.

The alligator drew close to its prey, and was startled when it came up, scrabbling in the muck, trying to regain its footing and flee. But the alligator had it now, and the chase was over. The alligator pinned it to the slick mud, and grinned as it heard the whistling breath, felt the pounding of the terrified young heart, and smelled the blood rushing in the veins. It grinned.

“You’re mine, little bunny.”

The rabbit weakly tried to move. “No. I’s afraid.”

“Then you’re clearly not stupid.”

The rabbit abruptly turned on him, jaws gapping, eyes shining red, the massive incisors missing his face by little more than a millimetre. The alligator forced it down, and the rabbit finally stopped fighting. It lay with its head back and eyes closed, breath rushing in and out of the strong young body.

“You nots hurtings me. Nots. Nots likes dat.”

The alligator nuzzled it. “Not like what?”

“You know whats I mean! Nots likes dat!”

The alligator bit gently at the soft skin, and the rabbit’s paw slammed down on his face. The fight was on again, brief but violent. The rabbit had lost, but it was not about to meekly yield to its fate.

“You my friend. You nots…”

The alligator nuzzled at it again. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to force you, and I won’t. But it’s in my nature to hunt.”

“Is mine to survive.”

Reality was slowly worming its way back into Nathan’s mind. The yopo was still affecting him greatly, but the hallucinations were no longer as powerful. Slowly the rabbit shifted into the form of one badly frightened Toki Wartooth. He had torn himself to bits during the chase, and the wounds would need tending, lest the botflies find their way into his flesh if they hadn’t already. Nathan lowered his head and licked one of the injuries, feeling the blood smear under his tongue, tasting the coppery liquid.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I just want you.”

“Ja whats if I sayings no?”

“Then I’ll be a tripod for the next few hours.”

Toki raised an eyebrow, seeing to consider that. Then he lifted his head and looked at Nathan.

“You promise? You nots….?”

“Toki if you say no then I’ll go. But… I don’t want you to say no.”

Toki put his head down, closing his eyes. A jaguar appeared at that moment, and walked slowly and deliberately by, eyeing them. The bulge in its belly suggested it had no reason to bother them at the moment, but the great cat wanted them to know they were unwelcome strangers here. Nathan and the jaguar exchanged glances, green eyes meeting gold, neither backing down. The jaguar went on its way – for now. Nathan decided to get Toki back on his feet and across the river before the mighty beast changed its mind.

Something screamed in the darkness, and Nathan thought he heard the sound of gunfire, but he was still too deeply affected by the drug to really understand what that meant. He and Toki crossed the river slowly, dragging themselves onto the bank, and back into a world filled with animal spirits. He could see Skwisgaar by the fire, his eyes closed, naked like the natives surrounding him, his white body bathed in shadows and flickering light as he danced near the blazing fire. His long hair lashed and swayed as did the flames that seemed to leap around him. Nearby, Pickles was playing the drums, following along with the Yannemango musicians easily, clearly as far removed from his own body as Skwisgaar. Somewhere in the darkness was Murderface, and Nathan could tell from the way his vague shadow moved that he was eating… something.

There was a puff of yellow dust in his face from a native with a long pipe, and the jungle melted. Then something lean and brown bolted up out of the green and red smear of the earth, Nathan watching in fascination as the dust blew from the great body like a slow mist. He lunged after it, his reptilian brain once more cold and hungry, determined to chase down the rabbit. But the rabbit had no plans of escaping; it simply wished to choose where it stopped. It selected a mat of beaten flowers and crushed leaves not far away, crouching on all fours, looking back at the thing that approached with calm blue eyes.

The alligator slowed its advance, walking up to that which it had hunted. The rabbit remained still, and calmly submitted as the alligator weighed down on it, grunting quietly. Claws held the rabbit firmly, and it did not protest as it was mounted, although the legs began sliding out beneath it, slipping on the moist earth.

“Toki quit sinking.”

“Quits weighing t’ree hundred pounds.”

The rabbit sank into the vegetation and lay there, looking vaguely annoyed as it was pressed down into the dark, soft earth.

“I stop sinking now.”

“About time.”

It never occurred to Nathan to look for something he could use for lubricant – his brain wasn’t able to formulate thoughts that complex with the yopo eating holes in his mind. He lay flat over Toki, mashing him into the muck, thrusting slowly until he managed full penetration. Toki squirmed and struggled to get up from the mud, finding it hard to catch his breath under Nathan’s weight, but Nathan lazily grabbed him by the back of his neck with his teeth. Toki stilled, but growled quietly. Nathan shifted his position slightly, and Toki inhaled deeply as the burden moved.

The coupling was rough, animalistic, and brief. Toki made no sound as the creature on his back that used to be Nathan grunted and thrust jerkily, far more bent on satisfying his own needs than his partner’s. Nathan shuddered, biting hard into the white skin, nails clawing trenches, spilling hot semen deep inside Toki. Too soon he was done, but Nathan did not abandon his position. Toki protested, snarling, but Nathan held firm. Soon he was hard again, and he shoved in with little consideration, his reptilian brain paying scant attention to the threatening growls of the great rabbit beneath him.

The rabbit pulled forward slightly, getting himself a little ways off the ground. The thing on his back grunted and shifted its weight, allowing him to raise his back end onto his knees, his front half on his elbows. The coupling was smoother this time; long slow thrusts instead of short violent ones. Nathan dug his clawed fingers into the rabbit’s side, eyes closed, powerful body pumping. It didn’t matter they were not exactly hidden. This night was about letting their animal spirits run free. Normal human constraints did not apply.

Toki squirmed, not much enjoying the lack of lube. Nathan pinned him and thrust hard, eyes squeezed shut, panting, then slammed in painfully deep and forceful, shuddering as he once more spilled himself into Toki. Sated at last, he moved off of him and slumped into the cool earth to sleep. Meanwhile, the rabbit sat up.

“Dat’s it?”

“Hrmph,” muttered Nathan, satisfied and content.

There was a long pause, then suddenly the alligator was pinned hard flat on his face. Nathan’s eyes flew open, and he stared up at the massive demonic rabbit, its eyes glowing red, long, shaggy brown ears hanging down.

“You rememberings anyt’ing about whats dey is sayings abouts rabbits, Nat’an?”

“Crap,” said the alligator. Moments later, there was something huge and furry on his back, and a very long, hot penis prodding its way inside him.

It was going to be a long night.

***---***

Nathan opened his sticky eyes, staring up at the grey, rainy Amazonian sky. He felt like the living dead. He needed a bath, and a long comfortable sleep in a warm bed. This had been fun, but he had come to learn what he wanted to know.

He just wished he knew what that was.

Not far away, Skwisgaar rose from the jungle floor and got to his feet. He stood like a leggy newborn colt, naked, disoriented, and dirty, his lean frame smeared with mud, blood, and yopo. Beside him, Pickles rose out of the underbrush like an undead red octopus, looking every bit as scrambled and weary as Skwisgaar.

“Having fun yet?” Nathan asked Skwisgaar.

There was a weak snort of derision, and Skwisgaar made his way to the bathing pool to get cleaned off. Pickles coughed, and wiped at his face with one hand.

“I’ve come to an important conclusion, there, Nathan,” said Pickles.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“Early religion was just an excuse to get totally wasted.”

“Yeah that’s great, Pickles. Where’s Murderface?”

“I have no idea.” Pickles rose shakily to his legs. “I’m gonna go sit with Skwisgaar and see if I can figure out what I did last night.”

Nathan watched Pickles leave, then turned his attention to the figure curled up on the crushed vegetation beside him. Nathan reached out and stroked the long, tangled brown hair, smiling as Toki shifted, then opened his eyes.

“Morning,” said Nathan.

Toki squeaked, rolling onto his back and stretching mightily before announcing; “Boy my butt sore.”

“Yeah that happens when you uh… get fucked up the ass with no lube.”

Toki gazed at the sky and actually managed to look thoughtful. “Oh ja we dids dat. I was a rabbit. You was bigs lizard-t’ing.”

“Alligator.” Nathan stood up, feeling weak, sick, and shaky. “C’mon. Let’s get cleaned up.”

“We goings home now?”

“Yeah. We’re going home, Toki.”

Toki stretched once more. “You wants has sex in a beds dis time? When we gets backs to da ship?”

Nathan grinned. “Yeah. Sex in a bed sounds awesome.”

“Use lube dis time, I nots wants to goes t’rough dats again.”

Somewhere in the underbrush, a phone rang. The natives ignored it. After hanging around with Dethklok the last few days they were used to strange sounds, garb, smells, etc. One more oddity hardly phased them. Toki and Nathan hunted through the foliage until they found Nathan’s phone. Nathan answered it.

“Hullo?”

Hundreds of miles away, Charles breathed a loud sigh of relief. “Where have you boys been?”

Nathan grinned. “Awwww…. Did ya miss us?”

“Yes, believe it or not.”

“Awwwwww…”

“When are you coming home? I’m worried sick.”

“AWWWWWWW….!”

“Stop saying that. How are things down there?”

“Awsome. Murderface is pregnant with parasitic blood-drinking fish, we all got totally wasted on yopo, and Toki cut himself to shit running from me before I caught him and fucked him, so he should be checked for like… botfly larva.”

“Well that’s just special. So when are you coming home?”

“We’re leaving today. Should be home in a few days. Hey… uh… Charles?”

“Yes?”

“If you were an animal, what would you be?”

There was a confused silence. “What… animal?”

“Yeah.”

Charles let out that quiet little laugh. “Well Nathan there’s only one thing I could be. A badger.”

Nathan raised an eyebrow, grinning. “A badger?”

“Yes. I’m short, quiet, grey, very good at staying out of sight… and if someone dicks with me I have no trouble chopping them off at the ankles.”

Nathan laughed. “That’s awesome. I’m getting a boner at how awesome that is.”

“Well you have fun with that. Just get home.”

“Yeah okay. Just no digging tunnels in the main room.”

Charles’ tone was one of dry amusement. “I’ll try to control myself.”

Nathan ended the call, then reached down to help Toki up. He drew him close, kissing him, nuzzling him gently.

“You okay, little Toki?”

Toki nodded. “Ja. I fines.” He returned the kiss, taking Nathan’s hand. “Let’s go home.”

Together, they walked hand in hand towards the bathing pool. As they made their way to where Pickles and Skwisgaar were rinsing off the filth of the prior evening, Nathan noticed a small sack resting on a log, tell-tale yellow residue around its opening. Quickly Nathan snatched it up.

“What’s you wants dat for?” asked Toki.

Nathan grinned. “Gift for Charles.”