Black Mystery

Title: Black Mystery
Author(s): soundbreaker
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Nathan/Charles
Summary: Charles hates mysteries, yet he finds himself distracted by one.
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): some language, some sex, slight fluff
Word Count: 2162
Disclaimer: I do not own either characters or fandom. I make no profit in use of either.
Author Notes: Written for the 'Romance is Brutal' theme at brutalbusiness. First time posting to a community. Here's hoping I have satellite signal long enough to get this posted, damn winter weather is unrelenting.



It had all started with a single black rose petal. Finding that lone, small, silken petal had been very perplexing to Charles. A rose, he could have passed off as someone simply leaving him a gift, for whatever reason, but not this . . . piece of a whole left purposefully in the center of his desk. Glancing around his office, there was no sign of any others, no sign of a rose at all. As he rubbed the soft, frail thing between his fingers gently, his brow creased with a slight frown.

Charles didn't like mysteries. They distracted him from his work, and they meant that someone, likely one of the boys, was up to something. The boys being up to something, or anyone that happened to be in Mordhaus, was never a good thing. Catastrophe struck much too often in the vicinity of the band.

Several minutes passed before the manager even realized, and he sighed in aggravation, putting the petal out of sight and out of mind. He had work he had to see to. Thankfully, he was adept at focusing his mind on what he wished, even if there was a tingling in the back of his mind every little while about the spot of black he'd put in his drawer.

An accident with one of the Klokateers drew him away from his office for a short amount of time, a few hours later, and when he returned he couldn't help but be annoyed, beyond the irritation of seeing to yet another needless death. On his desk, pretty as you please at the center, lay two small black petals. Checking his drawer, he saw the other was still where he left it. Someone had been in his office, again.

Once, he could have looked over. Twice . . . he was not so inclined. Pulling out his chair, he pulled up short as yet three more laid in the seat. Someone had obviously planned this out, whatever this was. He scooped up the petals from desk and seat, dropping them in the drawer with the first. Then, he reached for his computer and accessed the security cameras. His office had three, alone, and he brought them up side by side. He would know who was leaving him these little gifts.

To his surprise, each number of petals was left by a different Klokateer. Either they were working together to drive him mad, or someone was behind their actions. It pointed to one of the boys, but it wasn't like any of them to think something out like this. They were more direct with their actions. The mystery was thickening, but there was nothing he could do, yet.

Again, Charles returned to his work, distracted. Deciding to put an end to his frustration, Charles made up his mind to put this . . . game into his own hands. Getting up to leave his office, fully intending to corner the next Gear to enter and leave him a present, he was shocked when his door would not open. With a heavy sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose. Now what? He mused to himself.

Kicking the door down would have done a lot to alleviate some of his annoyance, but then he'd only have to see that someone replaced the door. He wasn't sure that was worth it, not when there was a door out of his living quarters he could use. To his relief, the door from his office into them worked.

Blackness encroached on his vision as he opened it, however. Too much darkness. The drapes had been drawn closed tightly, when for a fact he knew he had opened them that morning after he rose. Someone had been in his rooms, too! Cursing softly to himself, he reached over and flipped on a light, or at least tried. Vainly, he flipped the switch several ties but nothing happened.

He growled and kicked his bureau, about jumping out of his skin when this brought a deep chuckle from the darkness in the area of his bed. Incensed, he stalked that direction. "What do you think you are doing?" He asked darkly.

The chuckled repeated, nervous this time. A distinct and recognizable 'Uh...' followed, causing Charles to sigh. "Nathan, why are you on my bed? In the dark? In the middle of the day? And why were you having Klokateers leaving me rose petals?"

The flare of a match was almost blinding in its suddenness. He briefly shielded his eyes as a few candles were lit beside the bed. When he looked back, he could do nothing but blink. Nathan was spread out on the manager's bed, which had been stripped down and redressed with red silk sheets. Black rose petals were spread over the sheets in a thick layer, as well as covering a certain bit of Nathan, the only part of him covered at all. Charles had no idea what to say.

Nathan looked sheepish, and Charles couldn't help but give him a small smile. "I was thinking... not very hard... but... it isn't very metal but... well... Happy Valentine's Day." The more embarrassed and flustered he got, the more agitated he seemed to be and the cuter he was, Charles realized.

Charles never expected that answer. He had to admit, this was a bit of a Valentine's cliche. Nathan must have gotten the idea from the internet or TV and given it his own flare. After all, red roses may have symbolized love and been a symbol of the holiday, but black roses were so much more brutal and more Nathan's style, no matter what they may actually signify. The manager doubted Nathan even knew that different colors had different meanings.

"What brought this on?" The manager crossed his arms and watched the larger man, unable to help as his eyes focused on the soft black petals piled in a mound over Nathan's groin. They weren't leaving much to the imagination, despite the low light; it was just enough of a tease to make his own groin stir a little more fervently.

A slight shrug was the only answer he received. Forcing Nathan to answer would ruin the entire atmosphere that was being set, so he decided to wait until he'd enjoyed this unexpected surprise before he asked any other questions. That didn't mean he was going to make anything easy on the front man.

His prolonged lack of movement seemed to make Nathan squirm, bits of flower shifting and falling away each time the large man gave the smallest wiggle. Charles licked his lips. He wagered rose went well with Nathan's musk. Shrugging out of his jacket, he tugged his tie free and dropped both to the floor. He kicked his shoes off as he walked closer to the bed, unbuttoning his shirt along the way.

Nathan gave a nervous swallow, but Charles was too keen on his prey to think about stopping this now. Standing with his knees against the edge of the bed, he dropped his shirt to the floor, followed by his belt. Not bothering with his pants, wanting too strongly to brush those damn petals out of his way, he got on his knees on the bed and moved to kneel between Nathan's own.

His hand shook, and he realized he was as nervous as Nathan. Looking up at the other man, their eyes locked. Nathan's gaze was nervous but also full of fire, dark with desire. This steadied Charles' hand enough for him to continue on, brushing the petals away enough to expose the glorious semi-hard shaft of the younger man. He wanted to see it fully erect; it was already making him squirm and ache in the desire to feel it stretch and fill him.

With more enthusiasm than he ever thought possible, the stoic CFO buried his face into Nathan's crotch, breathing in the musky rose scent. He could lose himself to the smell. And, had the organ against his face not twitched and been rubbed up into his face, he would have paused longer to bask in it.

Long delicate fingers stroked the massive organ, watching as it grew larger still. His mouth watered. Wasting no more time, he took the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the glands, teasing them then the slit. The groan Nathan made vibrated all along the large man's body. A large hand found purchase in Charles' hair, and he took it as encouragement to take more of the cock into his mouth.

In the back of his mind, his conscience berated him, warning him that this wasn't right. You didn't just fall into bed with a man because he sprawled across a rose covered bed for you. But, this was Nathan Explosion. No member of Dethklok knew the meaning of the word romantic, beyond it not being metal, especially not the brutal front man. To have such a man, such a very attractive, intimidating man, do this . . . It was much more significant than a roll in the hay. So, he firmly told his conscience to shut the fuck up.

The shifting of legs and the curling of fingers warned him that he should stop lest he bring a premature end to this experience, this gift. The pitiful noise Nathan made as he pulled away made him smile. "We're not done yet," Charles promised, unbuttoning his pants as he slid off the bed and removed them. He toed off his socks and pushed away his boxers before climbing back up beside Nathan. "Are you just going to lay there?" He smirked at Nathan.

With a growl, the front man was suddenly on top of him. His hands seemed to have a mind of their own, wanting to touch and grope every part of Charles. All the manager could do was give in to the tide of Nathan's emotion, his passion. The fingers that pushed into him were more than he'd had in longer than he wanted to admit. He hooked his leg over Nathan's shoulder, urging the large man to give him more.

Moaning, Charles arched his back and pushed down. "Nathan, that's enough," he panted. "Fuck me already." He was so close to prodding the larger man on the ass, like one would a stubborn mule that refused to move.

A deep chuckle shook them both as the fingers slipped from him only to be replaced with something so much larger. His toes curled as his head fell back, a groan escaping him as momentary pain and burning flooded his body. With no time to recover, Nathan immediately beginning to fuck him like he wanted, he could only grip onto Nathan and wait out the end of the discomfort and the beginning of the pleasure.

Having so much power and force over him, driving into him, the wait wasn't that long. Minutes later, he was driving on and off Nathan, matching his movements with equal fervor. It was all over much too soon. Charles came, seeing stars behind his eyelids, not even realizing until then he'd closed his eyes. The warm splash inside of him made him shiver, and slowly he peeled his eyes open, panting.

Nathan had his own eyes closed, panting as well. Charles had never seen that exact look on the front man's face, almost like peace. It was different than the usual expression of contentment or accomplishment other activities gave him. "Uh..." Nathan blinked at him, the expression fading a bit as the nervousness tried to leak back.

Charles chuckled. "Don't tell me you're nervous, after taking me like that." He smirked at the man above him. The slight flush that graced Nathan's cheeks was more than he expected, and he kissed him, hoping he wasn't being too forward. Fucking was one thing. Kissing was a whole other ball park, as the saying went. Hell, it was a whole other sport.

He was pleased when the kiss was returned, and the singer slipped from him only to pull him close to hold. "Um..." Nathan seemed unsure of what to say, what to do. As many women as Nathan'd been with, Charles imagined this was one of the few times he'd not just done someone and rolled over to forget about them.

Putting his fingers over Nathan's lips, he leaned in to replace them with his own. "Let's just go with the flow of things. No need for questions now." Though, he had plenty he wanted answers to himself. Like what the hell had brought this on to begin with. But, it'd been so long since he'd felt well fucked and satiated. He needed to close his eyes for a few minutes, if nothing else.

Head on Nathan's shoulder, Charles dozed off with a small smile on his face, missing the content, pleased smile that graced Nathan's face and the tender, loving kiss that was placed on his brow.