#skwiscaj

[chordsykat]

Wanted to have this done by April Fool's Day, but got distracted. Please enjoy, even though I'm late as hell and the legalities of posting skwiscaj content on a day outside of April 1 might mean I've committed a minor felony.

[exclectical]

Mama

THEME: Kloktober 2023: OTP PAIRING: @chordsykat's Caj and Skwisgaar WARNINGS: Adult Content

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Some things about stardom she would gladly show him. Thousand-count bedsheets. Hand-built pick-ups. Foie gras.

But then, there were some things she wasn't so eager to share.

"Not trying to kill the mood, but you might double-wrap." she said to him, her eyes dancing across his naked body. He felt she was sizing him up like they were about to fight. But they never fought. Not once.

"You's okays?"

"Yeah."

The pause in the air while she looked at him stopped him opening the condom.

"You're very beautiful." She said.

It was improbable that a celebrity of her caliber would think he was anything special. Her body was tight and toned, long and bronze. He felt spindly and sickly as the moonlight shone in on them from the tinted tour bus windows.

"You 'ave to be one of the best looking men I've ever laid eyes on." She said, emphasizing the point. "And now I'm sharing a bed wit' you. I am a lucky girl."

He blushed, thinking of how quickly he'd gone from a bit player in her opening band, to her friend, to this very moment. The memories burned through his consciousness. Nights of longing from afar turning to companionship. Her lithe form cutting against the red glow of the floor lights, of the two of them sharing the stage for the first time... her instinctive vocal inflection, his imperious guitar picking. He felt like they could conquer the world when they were together... and not just with music.

Now, to be on an equal terms and invited into her own bed! He felt her body press into his embrace, then she laid back, basking in the moonglow. The embodiment of her namesake. The imposing individual that was her stage personification giving way to how small she was, bare and exposed on the silky sheets.

He let her lead the dance. She guided his hands over her breasts, down the lines of her ribs, and further still. He was blundering, undisciplined and too fast with his fingers, but she let out a moan of such urgency he could only feel driven to push further.

"I can bare no more skin. But you are welcome to my soul."

"Yous doesn't hast tos."

"I mean it. It's not somet'ing I give to just anyone."

She touched his face. She kissed the hollow of his sternum and drew her tongue from there to his collarbone.

Something in the way she let him fumble and be imperfect made him feel more exposed than he felt in his nakedness. But it was different. It was oddly comfortable. Growing up, he was always taught that perfection was necessary. His mother wouldn't have it any other way.

To be loved, you had to be perfect.

His mother would know, too. Serfetta, in her youth, had it all... and she lost everything the moment she conceived him. Her body was forever changed as it carried a child to term and her life after his birth was even more difficult to manage with another mouth to feed. He had made her suffer because he had made her imperfect.

Or had he?

It was raw and dirty to be allowed to touch someone a little too rough. To have them respond in a way that gave room for mistakes and stranger still, encouraged them. The human spirit in conflict against divine rigidity. It was alluring, obscene, intoxicating.

They didn't even manage to get one condom on before their joined fever crashed into an explosive coupling and a frantic, needful climax.

"Oh, mama..." He whispered.

She took a deep breath, nuzzled his forehead and gave it a kiss.

The moment was over, but she held him in a way that said something else was only just beginning. He'd hoped so, at least. He hoped he hadn't disappointed her.

"Give me a minute to catch my breath. It's rare that someone beats me so completely in the area of stamina."

He blinked and was shocked to see they'd been at it for over an hour. Hard to believe but time had lost its place in the heat of their passion. She curled herself around him like a leopardess.

"I want another shot at impressing you." She said with a wink.

THE END

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Finished in time for my second Kloktober ever! 😘

[chordsykat]

Kloktober 2023, Day 4 (part 2) A Favorite Headcanon:

Once... there was love..!

Have you guys read this yet? Thank you @exclectical and I wanna say it's been a tremendous joy and a tremendous heartache to write for these two kids in Dethkomic this past year, as well. Special thanks to the very determined Skwiscaj shippers out there -- you guys are troopers, to say the least.

[chordsykat]

Hummmmmmbly requesting more preg Caj and extra points for shirts that drive Skwisgaar mad like the Daddy one. He has **got** to be putting two and two together that some of that's his fault by now.

You realize it's dangerous to give Skwisgaar's brain that much credit, right?

You guys can always request anything you want, and I'll do it as I have time. Life's too short. Go nuts. :D

[chordsykat]

One last question for the night, I promise! If If Caj has more than one child and they're all Skwisgaar's, then how is it they're still together? What's the nature of their fighting here? I just figured he broke up with her to be more free to have groupies because Dethklok was probably his "big-break" in that sense. Sorry to spam you again but thanks for answering everything else tonight!!

Thanks for waiting through the night on this one so I could answer it publicly, my good Pops. :D

So, no Caj and Skwisgaar are anything but together. They are, however, hedonistic rockstars with sex addictions. So that leaves ample opportunity for procreation (accidentally or on purpose? You make the call). More about that will be explained to Nathan (against his will) in Issues 7 of Dethkomic.

As for the times that they didn't completely hate each others' guts...

I think it's interesting that a lot of the Dethkomic reading public is under the impression that Skwisgaar was the one to do the heartbreaking. I actually predict there wll come a point in the story where a lot of you guys will end up hating Caj for what she does, too. Or at least, you will if I've done a good job as a writer.

[chordsykat]

Now let’s start this weekend off with experimental Pre-klok limited palette/black & white line art. See that? I still throw the Skwiscaj crowd a bone once or twice in a lifetime.