Takin' it Easy

Rating: R
Category: AU
Pairing(s): Murderface/Toki
Warnings: See pairing. Some language.
Summary: Toki and Murderface hang out. Follows the season II finale; ‘Black Fire Upon Us’.
Notes: Not dedicated to anyone, but sorta inspired by telluryan’s uber-cute Toki/Murderface pics. Honestly I would have sworn there was nothing anybody could do to make Murderface cute. But somehow she managed. I think I’m scared now.

They arrived at the hotel; dirty, dispirited, smelling of smoke and sweat, climbing out of the taxi that parked before the entranceway. A valet opened the vehicle door, and Dethklok quietly exited to limp up the three short stairs and into a glass and brass lobby. Toki was in obvious pain, but he was refusing medical attention, wanting only some rest in a safe place that was not currently burning to the ground. Murderface thought he may be in some form of shock, watching how Toki was moving like a robot, blue eyes seeing nothing as Nathan led the way up to the front desk to sign them into the hotel. Nathan reached into his pocket to take out his wallet, opened it, and pulled out a partly melted credit card. He stared at the thing and sighed.

“Crap. Pickles can I use your card?”

“I don’t know where mine is,” said Pickles. “Probably burned to bits. I left my wallet in my room before the party.”

“Here,” said Murderface quietly. “I got mine.”

Nathan paid for two adjoining rooms, and the band limped across the lobby to the elevators, tired and depressed.

“You t’ink Charlies okay?” asked Skwisgaar in a worried little voice so unlike his normal speaking tone as they waited for the elevator.

No one responded. No one thought Charles was okay. They were pretty sure he was maimed for life, if not flat-out dead. Toki coughed heavily, and managed a listless little smile as Skwisgaar reached up to gently tug his hair.

“I’s okies, Skwisgaar.”

“Poor little Tokis. You shoulds be in hospital, ja? Breathings da smoke, getting hits wit’ da ceiling beam…”

“I been hurts worse dan dis…” said Toki softly.

Skwisgaar drew him close and nuzzled him, the artificial wall of dislike between them falling away to reveal the genuine affection they had for each other. Toki returned the nuzzling, and for a brief moment this seemed to be a prelude to a kiss. Then Skwisgaar pulled back, and Toki withdrew. The wall went back up, the elevator arrived, and the five stepped inside. As soon as the doors closed and the lift began to rise, Skwisgaar started salivating like a rabid dog.

“Crap,” said Nathan. “Skwisgaar do NOT... FUCK!”

Skwisgaar managed to hold it back until the doors opened on their floor. It was pure coincidence there happened to be a maid’s cart parked nearby. Skwisgaar threw up into the slop bucket until there was nothing left in his stomach, and he was in obvious pain. In fact he had puked so hard he had blackened his eyes. Nathan called an ambulance while Pickles rubbed Skwisgaar’s back. Toki just sighed quietly, stroking his friend’s hair in sympathy as Skwisgaar salivated and heaved. He found it hilarious in a sick sort of way that people were forever asking Skwisgaar for his “diet secrets”. The “secret” was food allergies – a lot of them, and some lethal. Combined with the fact that his stress manifested as a highly sensitive and jumpy stomach that was forever looking for a reason to evict anything in it and bingo – one model-thin rock star. With the house in ruins, Charles beaten unconscious with an arrow through his heart, and the assailants still on the loose, Toki had a feeling that Skwisgaar was going to be nothing but bones in a skin sack before too long.

“Toki we’re going with Skwisgaar to the hospital to get him calmed down,” said Nathan as Skwisgaar gagged and heaved. “You gonna be okay here alone?”

“Why can’ts I come?”

“You can come. But they’re gonna take one look at those bruises and book you a room.”

“Then I stayings here. I nots in da moods for hoss-brutals.”

“I’ll schtay with him,” said Murderface quietly.

Nathan raised an eyebrow. Murderface wasn’t exactly a bastion of human warmth and kindness, but he had his sweet moments. Maybe it would be okay.

“Okay. We probably won’t be gone long. Come on, Pukey.”

Skwisgaar did not have strength to respond, allowing Nathan and Pickles to lead him back to the elevator. Murderface reached out to take Toki’s arm.

“C’mon. Let’sh get you in the room and pour shome coffee into you.”

Toki allowed Murderface to lead him into the room and over to a bed, sitting down on it and beginning to undress as Murderface hunted down something for his aches and pains. Finally locating some Tylenol, Murderface returned and sat on the side of Toki’s bed to hand him the pills and a glass of water.

“How you feeling?”

Toki coughed heavily. “Awfuls. I hungovers an’ sores, an’…. An’ who gives a fuck.” He took the pills and began washing them down with the water.

“Well… I do,” said Murderface quietly.

Toki choked on his pills and water, and both came violently shooting out his nose in reaction to Murderface’s comment. Murderface sighed and handed him two more pills.

“I do. I know I act like I don’t but… I do.”

“Den why you such JERKS all da time?” Toki accepted the new pills and popped them into his mouth, washing them down with the remaining water in his glass. Murderface just shrugged.

“Dunno. Why are you alwaysh fighting with Skwisgaar when you clearly have a thing for him?”

Toki shrugged, drinking the last of the water and setting the glass aside. He grabbed some tissues out of a box and began cleaning up his nose-sprayings.

“I don’ts know. I really don’ts. T’inks maybes we just nots ready to admits to how we is feelings yet. Someday. Nots yet. We be togethers somedays.” Tokis shook his head. “Is complis-dated.”

“You’re lucky.”

“Why? Because I loves skinny bitch who pukes alls over?”

“Because at leasht you’ll have him schome day. I’m sure ash hell not ever gonna be loved.”

Toki finished cleaning up the nose-pills and water spray and tossed the tissues aside. “What’s you talking abouts? You loved. I loves you.”

Murderface gave him a sidelong look. “Get the fuck outta here.”

Toki laughed. “I does. I means sometimes you is makes me crazy and I is wantings to punchings you in da heads buts I love you. I always goings to loves you, you my friend. Why you thinks you is nevers goings to be loved?”

Murderface just stared at him. “Are you actually going to make me anshwer that?”

“Okies so maybes you is nots perfect.” Toki shoved his long silky hair out of his face with one hand, the knuckles scraped and raw. “Who is? Me? Skwisgaar? Brad Pitt? Johnny Depp? You name prettiest man ons da planet, I shows you a dozen peoples not touch him wit’ ten meter pole. You show me prettiest woman, same t’ing. Because pretty is up here.” Toki tapped his temple. “Everybodies is beautifuls to somebodies. You goods guy. I loves you. Buts you is spend so much times keepings everyone away is no chance to show you. Because you scared to finds out is true nobody loves you.”

Murderface shrugged. He didn’t have the energy to answer because he knew Toki was right. Instead he walked into the bathroom to finally shower the stink of smoke and sweat off himself. He hated showering, because his hair was like a giant brillo pad of doom at the best of times. Dry, it was content to sit in its usual ugly but reasonably neat configuration. Wet, it turned into an explosion of corkscrews. At least until he towel dried it and it turned into something resembling a hedgehog that stuck its paw in a light socket. Toki, Nathan and Skwisgaar gave their silky manes a shake and let them dry. Murderface spend fifty minutes welding his piece of crap mop of dried straw into something vaguely acceptable.

After the shower he brushed his teeth – another task he despised because he had an incredibly sensitive gag reflex. It was fine if he needed to puke on command to make a point, but there was nothing more repugnant that hurling all over your toothbrush.

Murderface used up a lot of toothbrushes.

He managed to get his teeth cleaned, and considered cutting his toenails. Ah fuck it, may as well. He clipped the thick, sharp, split nasty things, then pulled out an industrial rasp, normally used for rust removal on heavy machinery, and scraped a few millimetres off the calluses on his feet. Finally satisfied, he left the bathroom, and was greeted with the smell of coffee. Toki was lying on his back on the bed, sipping a mug of hot coffee, wearing only his boxers and watching TV. Murderface winced at the sight of the purple and black bruises covering Toki’s lean body as he poured himself a cup of coffee from the small pot the hotel provided.

“That’sh gonna hurt like a bitch.”

“Does now,” said Toki. “Nat’an calleds. Skwisgaar is fine buts dey is keepings him an’ Nat’ans ats da hoss-brutals. Pickle stayings wit’ dem.”

“What’sh wrong with Nathan?”

“He burn his hands hittings dat guy in da head for hurtings Charlie.”

Murderface thought about Charles. “You think the robot’sh gonna be okay?”

Toki shook his head. “Nat’an say he still in intensives care. Dey nots lettings in any visitors.”

“Aw he’ll be okay. Charlie’sh a tough little schit.”

“Ja. Charlie’s tough.”

Toki stretched, ignoring Murderface as he seated himself beside him on the bed. Together they watched the news, saying nothing at the footage of their home burning to the ground. Then Toki sighed and turned the TV off.

“Enoughs ofs dat bullshit. Don’t wants to t’ink about it. Makes me too sad. Rather t’inks abouts ot’er t’ings.” Toki stretched his lean beautiful body, then looked at his companion. “You likes guys?”

Murderface sprayed coffee in all directions. “That’sch a lie!” he said with heated indignity. “Who schaid I like guysh?”

“No one, was just askings. Don’ts has hearts-attack.”

“Well if no one schaid it why are you ashking?”

Toki shrugged. “Coulds just use a good fuckings is all.”

Murderface just stared, jaw hanging. “Okay you juscht broke my brain.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s juscht… I dunno!”

“Well you is knew I likes guys.”

“I know but I alwaysh jusct ashumed you were a virgin.”

Toki gave him a strange look. “Ja lots of peoples t’inkings dat, don’ts know why.”

“Are you gay?”

Toki shrugged. “Don’ts really cares abouts boys or girls. I just likes peoples when dey is nice to me. Don’ts likes peoples just want sleeps wit’ me because I in biggest band in da world, or because I pretties, or nones ofs dat. I just likes peoples who is friends.”

A horrid thought crossed Murderface’s mind. “Tell me you never schlept with that clown.”

“EYEW! Why you even T’INKS that?!”

“You like him!”

“Ja I likes him buts he stones outs his brains constantsly, an’ even if I was evers interested in havings sex wit’ him, seeings him fall outs of a limo covers in his own shit after fuckings some stranger is cures me of dat! Toki nots do shits an’ he nots do stoned clown who mights has AIDS. Usually I just fucks Pickle.”

Murderface sprayed coffee again as Toki watched with amusement. “Wartooth I am learning thingsh about you I wash way happier not knowing,” Murderface mumbled, setting his mug aside and grabbing some tissues.

“What’s wrong wit’ Pickle? He fun in beds. We gets high an’ just plays for hours. Is just fun.”

“Why did I never know thish?”

“When’s last time we is sits togethers an’ talk?”

Yeah he had a point. They rarely sat together and just talked.

“I can’t believe you schlept with Picklesh.”

Toki shrugged. “Pickle fun to sleep with. We has sex an’ acts likes dildos. He nots ex-pek-sing not’ings from me. An’ he so cutes in bed.”

Murderface shuddered. “That’sh gay.”

“Ja. It is. Is fun too.” Toki set aside his coffee, then yawned, stretching his lean young body as he slowly sank back to the pillows, his arms over his head, one long leg drawn up, his hair spread out around him. “So… sees anyt’ing you like?”

Gawd-fucking-damn Skwisgaar had been a bad influence on this kid. Murderface reached out to cautiously touch him, his large hand resting lightly on Toki’s stomach.

“You sure? No one’sh gonna jump out and…?”

“Just you an’ me. No one else. I too tired an’ sads for bad tricks. Just wants some company.”

“From me.” Murderface’s voice was tinged with suspicion and disbelief. Toki propped himself up on his elbows just far enough to give him a light kiss.

“From you. I like you. You my friend. Was a lot of fun makings songs wit’ you. Maybes we do solo album togethers.”

“Doesh it count ash sholo when we do it together?”

Toki shrugged. “We worries abouts it later.”

He lay back on the bed once more, letting Murderface run his hands cautiously over him, still suspicious of the situation.

“Shorry. I’m having a hard time taking thish in.” Murderface grinned. “You realize Skwisgaar is gonna flip.”

“Ja well if he nots likes it he can gets off his skinnys ass an’ admits he love me,” said Toki, annoyed. “But rights now our relationships is ‘maybes someday’. He gots no right to complainings about who I sleep wit’.”

“I juscht don’t think I…”

Toki propped himself up again. “William,” he said softly, the accented voice sending shivers through Murderface as he heard his first name uttered for one of the few times since he left home. “Don’ts worry abouts it. Comes to bed.”

How the hell could he refuse that?

They turned off the lights, and Murderface removed his clothes before slipping under the covers. He felt himself drawn into an embrace, and kissed. Oh man… Skwisgaar was so gonna kill him….

Cool.

Murderface let Toki push him onto his back and straddle him. He closed his eyes as he felt Toki lower his head to kiss his chest, his belly, his….

Murderface’s eyes rolled back in his head as his toes curled and his hands clutched the long brown hair. Skwisgaar had been a VERY bad influence on this boy. He would have to thank him. No… wait. Toki had never been with Skwisgaar. So who had taught him to…?

Pickles. Yeah, it figured. Next time Pickles was looking for someone to party with, he was so going to volunteer. He moaned in appreciation as he felt Toki’s large hand close gently around his balls. Well he was an asshole, but he must have done something right in at least one lifetime to deserve this. He groaned quietly as he was softly licked and nibbled, crying out quietly as he felt supple lips press against the head of his penis, followed by a hot tongue slowly licking him. Then the warmth was gone, and Toki was moving off of him, lying down on his stomach on the cool sheets. He blinked at him with large blue eyes.

Murderface wasn’t a genius but he definitely knew what Toki wanted. He scrambled to find something they could use for lube, having to make do with the complimentary hand lotion the hotel provided. Well any port in a storm, and he wasn’t about to waste time looking for something better with six feet of warm willing Norwegian lying on the bed waiting for Murderface to sail up his fjord.

“I gettings cold…” Toki lilted as Murderface fought with the stupid little tinfoil seal under the cap. In a fit of sex-induced frenzy Murderface finally just bit the neck off the bottle and hurried out of the bathroom and back over to the bed. Moments later he was deep inside Toki, thrusting slow and hard, his arms around his companion’s strong body, fingertips gently squeezing and fondling his nipples. The slow thrusts became faster and harder, until the headboard of the bed was banging the wall. Either there was nobody in the next room or they slept like the dead, because no one complained. Finally Murderface swore and screamed as he shoved deep and hard into Toki, his body shuddering as he came. Then he collapsed across Toki’s back.

“Oh fucking hell that wash aweshome.”

Toki rolled languidly onto his back. “Wants to do it again?”

“Yeah juscht let me recover,” Murderface said as Toki slowly sat up, reaching down into his jeans as they lay on the floor to pull out a small silver case. He opened it and drew out a joint. Murderface eyed it suspiciously.

“Did Pickles roll that?”

“Ja, he dids.”

“You got any dope that Pickles didn’t give you?”

“What’s wrong wit’ dope Pickle give me?”

“Let’sh juscht schay I alwaysh scheem to get hish extra-special blend.”

Toki laughed quietly, and kissed him. “He nots give dis to you, he is givings it to me. I gots some nice rum too. We has a drink, we has a smoke… you know… likes da song say. Taking it easy.”

Murderface grinned. “It wash a good schong. For not being metal at all.”

“Ja. Was good song.”

Murderface watched as Toki drew the joint between his lips to dampen it, then flicked open a Zippo lighter to light it. The fire illuminated the long brown hair, making it gleam in the red light, caressing his throat and chest briefly before the lid was snapped down and the light vanished. He was so damned beautiful.

“Hey, Toki.”

Toki was slowly exhaling a fragrant cloud of pot smoke. “Ja?”

“Y’know if Skwisgaar doesn’t want you… I’d take you in a heartbeat.”

Toki smiled, then leaned forward to kiss him softly. “I would takes you, too.”

Murderface just smiled. “Aweschome.”

***---***

Murderface wasn’t paying attention to the time. He was pretty sure Toki wasn’t either. They drank rum, they smoked a few joints, they had sex a few times. It was a slow pleasurable night, and as the sun began to rise, Murderface was on top of Toki yet again, thrusting slowly and easily, eyes closed in pleasure with Toki’s long legs draped over his shoulders. He felt his passion rise, and he groaned, his body shivering as his orgasm began to reach its peak.

Neither he nor Toki heard the door open, and neither was aware of three figures standing in the entryway, watching as Murderface shuddered and grunted, pumping his semen into Toki’s lithe body as Toki lay panting, his skin gleaming, his own spent passion forming thin shining trails on his flesh as it slowly ran off his stomach in tiny white droplets. At least…. not until something huge and blonde and screaming hate in Swedish hit Murderface full on, knocking him off Toki just as he finished spending the last few drops of cum inside him. Toki sat up and watched Skwisgaar tear at Murderface like a wild dog until finally Murderface managed to squirm free and flee out of the room and into the hall; naked, oily, sweaty, stinking, his limp gnarled penis flogging his thighs as he fled for his life from an enraged Swede hot on his tail.

“See?” said Pickles to Toki. “And you were worried that Skwisgaar didn’t like you.”

“Toki why the hell are you fucking Murderface?” asked Nathan. “Didn’t we talk to you about using better judgement? Is that rum?”

Toki held up the bottle. “You want some?”

“Yeah I could use a drink.”

Nathan accepted the bottle and had a long drink as out in the hall Murderface continued to elude Skwisgaar, screaming. He managed to dart back into the room and hide behind Toki.

“HE SCHAID I COULD! IT WASH CONSHENSHUAL!”

Skwisgaar didn’t care. He lunged for Murderface… and was caught firmly by Toki and held fast. Murderface darted for the bathroom and ran inside, closing the door and locking it.

“Stop it,” said Toki to Skwisgaar. “You nots want me so why you is care if I has sex wit’ Murderface?”

Skwisgaar snorted and struggled, then seemed to think better of it. He allowed Toki to hold him on his lap like a great cat. “I don’ts. I don’ts cares ats all who you is fuckings.”

Toki smiled and stroked the long blonde hair. “Ja I seeings dat.” He looked up at Nathan. “How is Charlies?”

Nathan shrugged. “We don’t know yet. He’s still in intensive care. But he’ll be okay. He’s a tough little guy.”

Pickles seated himself on the bed beside Toki. “Yeah he’s tough. He’ll be okay.”

They sat in silence. After a few minutes Murderface came out of the bathroom, dressed, and walked over to the bed. He leaned down to give Toki a kiss.

“I had a really nische night.”

“Me too,” said Toki, slightly increasing his grip around Skwisgaar as he felt the tall blonde tense.

“Maybe we can do it again schome time. You know, if you’re not like… with schomeone.”

“I would likes dat,” said Toki.

Murderface grinned, and just had to open his big fat mouth one more time.

“Yeah maybe we can do a threeway with Rockzo.”

Toki just smiled sweetly…. and released Skwisgaar.