Infinite Soulmates

Embrace the Darkness

      Pelle drove to a different part of Oslo and found a place in the parking lot.  He turned off the ignition and pulled the keys out.  He looked over at you sitting in the passenger seat fixing your makeup and hair in the visor mirror and said,
      "It won't work you know."
You continued to look in the mirror and asked,
      "What won't work?"
      "No matter how hard you try, you couldn't be more beautiful than you already are."
You looked at him with doe eyes and melted right there in front of him.  He grabbed your hand and kissed it, as he continued to hold your hand, interlocking your fingers together, he smiled and then leaned over the front seat console to give you a long, soft series of kisses on your full lips.  You climbed over the console and straddled him in the front seat and put your hands on both sides of his face.  Staring into his eyes as he looked at you adoringly, you lowered your face to his until your lips met and kissed him passionately.  You pulled your face away from his and he sat there with his eyes still closed like he was expecting more kisses.  You sat on his lap and watched him with his head against the headrest of the driver's seat with his eyes closed and the cutest look on his face.  He opened his eyes to see you staring at him  devotedly.  He smiled at you and said,
      "Can you get up for a second?"
      "Yeah, sure."
You lifted yourself up off of his lap and went back to the passenger side.  You looked over at him as he lifted his butt off the seat, stretched his very long legs and pulled the crotch of his jeans down so he could adjust himself.   You looked at him puzzled and asked,
      "What was that all about?"
He smiled and grabbed your left hand and placed it on his groin and then making you rub his huge hard on that was a result from your intimate moment.
      "This is what you do to me.  I can't help it."
You blushed and it made your face extremely hot.  You took your hand off of him and said,
      "Are you ready?  I'm dying to see where you're taking me!"
     "Give me a minute."
You sat in the seat and continued to fix yourself  while he contained his excitement.  He put the keys in his leather jacket, leaned over, kissed your cheek and said,
      "Alright, let's go gorgeous!"
The two of you exited the car and met at the rear where he put his arm around your waist as you walked across the street to a building that said  FRU HAGEN on the moniker.  As you and Pelle approached the building, you noticed a lot of metalheads hanging around outside.  Most of them saw Pelle and you walking towards them and started shouting and growling his name,
      "DEAD!"
Pelle walked over to them and threw up the claw and stuck his tongue out.  There was a fair amount of bro chest bumps and secret handshaking going on as you stood slightly next to him with your hands in your pockets.  They all talked for a few minutes and then he said,
      "Guys, this is my flickvän, Michelle!"  They all seemed happy to meet you as they approached you to say hello and find out more about you. 
Once the introductions commenced, Pelle grabbed your waist and the two of you entered through the doors, Where a tall metal head said,
"Tickets."
Pelle reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet and opened it, he pulled out two tickets and handed them to the bouncer.  He ripped part of the ticket and handed then back to Pelle.
"Enjoy the show."  He said, as the two of you walked past him and into the club.

When you walked past the front door you were really impressed with the venue.  For being a place that dealt with metal shows the atmosphere was surprisingly relaxed.  It was dimly lit and there were sofas, chairs and tables making it very cozy.  Pelle walked over to a couch that was near the stage and the two of you sat down and he crossed his leg just like a man, ankle resting on his knee and his arm around you and resting on the back of the sofa.  You sank into the sofa right up against him and he put his left hand on your thigh, and leaned in to ask,
"So, you are about to experience one of my favorite bands and vocalists."
"Which band?"
"Tormentor from Hungary.  Their singer Atilla is fucking amazing!  THEY are amazing."
You shrugged your shoulder in excitement and rubbed his thigh.  He looked at you and said,
"As soon as it's time we are going to get in the pit, but I want you to stay near me.  Norwegian metal heads are a little more intense and I don't want you to get hurt."
You put your hand on the side of his face to gently and discreetly caressed it letting him know that you were touched and grateful for his concern. A few more people came over to say hello to Pelle and to meet you.  Everyone was drinking, talking and laughing at the tales that they were telling about the black metal scene in Oslo.  You smiled watching Pelle talk about everything that he loved and you smiled at his  enthusiasm and passion on the subject.  He was the best looking guy in the club that night and he was yours and that made you beam with pride. You could tell from the interactions that you had that night that he was well respected in the black metal community.  After everyone came over and said hello, it was just you and Pelle left on the couch alone.  You leaned over and spoke into his ear so he could hear you,
"What tine does the show start?"
He grabbed your wrist and looked at your watch and said,
"Let's get going down to the pit."
You both left the comfort of the couch and made the trek to the front of the stage and stood there waiting for the lights to dim and the band to come on.  The atmosphere crackled with energy as everyone around you were anticipating the music that was about to blow the roof of the place.  People shouting for the band to take the stage and various hoots, shouts and screaming.  The lights dimmed and you could see their figures take the stage in the darkness and then you heard that unmistakable electric guitar scream its first note and the crowd lost their shit.  Pelle with his long blond hair and piercing blue eyes stood tall and thin amidst the crowd, his presence commanding attention was already screaming and shouting on the top of his lungs as the two of you threw up metal fingers and waited for the lights to go up.  As the band took the stage and the lights slowly came up, the crowd erupted into a frenzy of excitement.  Pelle's eyes lit up with a fervor that you hadn't yet seen and you couldn't tear your gaze away fro him.  The band began their first song Beyond.  You watched as he prepared to immerse himself in the music.