DethloveKlok

The day had finally come: Dethklok was being ushered to the super-secret Dethrocket launch site to put the final approval on everything and go through a safety brief. Nathan in particular was asked to give the final ok on the design, and arrived a bit early with the engineers and Katrina in tow. Everything had that sterile, otherworldly look and feel to it, and he normally hated it, but he was rather..well...proud he'd had something to do with this whole thing's construction. At the base of the massive rocket he craned his thick neck looking up, up, up. It was ebon, stark black trimmed in silver, the newly-designed (Nathan-designed) Dethklok logo emblazoned on the body in scarlet. Swept-back fins were sharp and dangerous, making the interstellar vehicle appear like it would slice through the very air.

"Wow," was all the Dethklok singer could say, green eyes bulging. "It's...so metal."

"Yeah," agreed Katrina softly. "You had a hand in that. Incredible, huh?"

It dawned on him this was the first thing in years he'd done spectacularly besides death metal. It was a powerful thought. He looked at her with an expression of wonder. "It's the most brutal thing I've ever been a part of. Holy shit." He gazed at her a moment. "I have this weird feeling. I thought it was..yanno, in my pants. But it's all through me..." He hated trying to express himself at times, he always felt stupid and unmetal.

"Why Nathan Bigshot," she chuckled at him. "You could be falling in love."

"With the rocket?"

"Nooo," she snorted at him, rolling her dark eyes.

"With YOU?" She raised an eyebrow at him in response. "Huh," he mumbled. "But I like you too much."

This time she laughed, not caring if the scientists or whover was there saw. "I like you too much, too," she declared, putting her lips on his. "Now shut up you big goofball and take me back to your room before liftoff."

Ok now here's the totally nonmetal part where they go do stuff reserved for those romance novels and sleazy smutty movies and all that. No poetry spouting or birds singing or bunny rabbits happily frolicking in the misty wood, this IS about a metal band, remember? And not just any metal band but THE metal band, Dethklok!

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You guys really wanna hear about Nathan getting laid, don't ya? Well, you can cram all thoughts of him talking sexy to her whilst doing the deed or having loving pillow talk, or wanting to whisk her away to some palace in the sky or castle in the sand, up your ass. He's not a Neanderthal or anything, mind you....oh all right. I'll just have to screw myself up to do this.

Who am I kiddin? I'm a dirty, dirty girl! BWAHAHAHAH!!!

Nathan flicked on the light in his room aboard the Dethcopter and closed the door behind him and his guest. He was suddenly cursed with outrageous cottonmouth looking at Katrina, who was smiling warmly at him. Ok Nathan, stop thinking, he told himself. You're not that great at it. He went for her like he was going for the touchdown (well he was, I suppose), pinning her against the wall beside the door with his large frame and smothering her face with kisses. She undid her button-up shirt in the midst of the passion frenzy, peeling his t-shirt off him. Nathan had a brief moment of self-consciousness at his soft middle, due to the fact he liked her and cared about what she thought about him. Huh. That's strange. He never cared before. Oh well, time to get Lil Nathan in gear.

They were soon naked and rolling around on his huge bed when Nathan halted, looking down at Katrina. "Wait..uh..."

"What is it?," she asked, troubled.

"Well...um...I don't wanna....ahhh, I don't want to have any more kids. Not that I don't like havin Judy around, but yeah."

"Ohhh," she breathed. "I brought Dethkondoms," she giggled. "Spike studded, for your pleasure." She put his hand on her small, firm breast which spurred him on.

What she remembered about that first time was the curtain of black hair which seemed to envelop her when he was on top, and the sound of his breathing which was the only noise aside from her occasional squeals and exclamations. He wasn't very vocal during sex, she found, but his face dropped its normally guarded expression. He wasn't a suave Valentino, but was kinda sweet, more than she expected from someone like him. Little did she know it was the highest compliment he could've paid to her--many of the groupies and hangers-on ended up manhandled and ordered around, then locked outside his door. Sometimes without their clothes if he was feeling particularly nasty. Nathan had mostly contempt and disdain for most of them, who basically wanted any excuse to brag to friends and on their blogs they fucked the brutal Nathan Explosion. A lot had hardly listened to any of Dethklok's music; they only knew he was FAMOUS, and that was all that mattered.

He finally uttered a piercing "FUCK YEAH!," as he climaxed, then collapsed on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat. She'd had three orgasms of her own so she was happy, cradling his raven head in the crook of her arm.

"Ok, get out," he grumbled.

"Huh?," she said, groggy from the lovemaking.

"Oh, sorry. Reflex."

"You asshole."

"Sorry! I was half asleep. I'm hungry. Thirsty too." He got up and slipped into his pants (freeballing today!) and glanced over his shoulder at her, smiling wickedly.

Now he was teasing her. Well, he was Nathan Explosion.