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Title: Crawling Backwards
Summery: Ville is in love with Bam, but Bam only loves Ville when he’s drunk. By morning it’s forgotten and Bam goes on to believe that they’re still just friends. Ville puts up with it for his love, but it’s slowly killing him inside.
Author: xxShilaleighxx
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Pairing: VAM…eventually.
Rating: NC-17 in some parts…but generally it’s R
Previous chapters behind the cut.
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Something primal was stirred deep within me as this mystery man told his little speech. I knew that I could run while he was talking, I could scream for help; but a part of me just didn’t care. I wish I could say that I recognized the man looming before me, as I know he recognized me, but the truth was he was just another faceless bastard. In a week he would be forgotten.
My train of thought was swiftly derailed as a blunt boot was jabbed into my chest. It wasn’t really a kick, more of someone trying to get my attention. I peered uneasily up at the man I had come to call ‘Johnny’ (I would probably never know his real name), stray snowflakes obscuring my vision, and I smirked.
“Listen, do as you please, I could hardly give a shit,” I mumbled, wiping a bit of blood from my nose with my wrist.
“That’s such a rock-star attitude to have,” he nearly growled, a twisted laugh forming in his throat. I wanted to slap that grin off his stupid face but I really didn’t have the drive to do so. He leaned down quickly and grabbed me by the collar of my jacket, hauling me up so my back was once again against the brick wall. “You know,” he whispered, his breath stinging my already freezing ears. His hand moved to rest on my arm as a silent warning. “I was going to let you off easy, but now I’m not so sure.”
“That’s fine by me, I really quite enjoy spending time with you,” I rolled my eyes and smirked, hiding the fact that on the inside my heart was racing a mile a minute. I knew from experience not to give these guys what they wanted, and I didn’t plan to.
When his grip on my arm tightened I began to panic again. I had been in this situation before, but something seemed different…more menacing. I reached up to pull his hand off of me, but his grip only got stronger and his nails dug into my flesh and causing me to wince.
“You’re rather cocky, aren’t you?” he snorted. It was a funny noise, something between a laugh and a sound of disgust. Even though I couldn’t assign a name to it, I knew for a fact that I didn’t like it.
“I-” Whatever brash retort I was planning on shouting was cut off by a swift knee to my gut. It took me a second to catch my breath, my head spinning as the air was stolen from my lungs.
Before I could say anything further, strong lips were smashed into my own, hungry and demanding. My first reaction was to push the body before me away, but that did nothing. As I struggled, he just pushed harder, his large hands clasping my wrists over my head.
I knew what he was planning-they all think alike. As a last-ditch effort I brought my knee up and slammed it right between his legs. In an instant he was doubled over, panting and grabbing himself.
The second his hands were off me I ran, forcing my legs as hard as I could get them back to the bar. I didn’t bother to look behind me as I took off; they never followed. Just when I reached the end of the ally, the glowing streetlamps beckoning me to safety, I felt two strong arms grasp my ankles and pull me to the ground. My chin connected painfully with the hard concrete ground as I fell, the man just laughing as he stood over me.
He said something in an angry voice, but my mind was spinning too fast to understand what he was saying. It felt as if I had cracked my jaw open, and for all I knew, I had.
“You’re going to fucking pay for that,” I heard him growl, his voice fading in and out as he spoke. I tried to lift my head off the ground to stare at him properly, but it felt too heavy. In one swift moment he had me back up against the wall, my head spinning even more from the sudden movement.
I thought he would try to finish what he already started, but that thought was quickly disregarded as he threw a fist at my face. I didn’t have time to even try to block it, my head still reeling from its meeting with the floor. All I knew was that there was a blinding pain in my face as my head was smashed back into the wall.
“What-fuck…” I tried to form a complete sentence, but I couldn’t get my mouth to work properly. Before I could rearrange the jumbled words a large hand wrapped itself around my throat, cutting of most of the air-supply.
“I didn’t give you permission to talk,” he growled, I was beginning to hate his husky voice. I tried to swallow around the tight grip around my throat, but it only made it hurt more.
“Stop…” I attempted to whisper, my words coming out choked and shallow. My lungs began to burn as I gasped for oxygen, trying to pry the strong hand off of me to no avail.
I felt my body being jerked from the wall only to be violently thrown back into it, the hand on my throat never loosening. The pain in my lungs was unbearable, and I felt my other wounds slowly fading to a dull throb as my lungs screamed for air.
My eyes rolled to the side, scanning the entrance to the ally for any sign of life. Maybe someone would walk by, maybe someone would hear what was going on, maybe someone would-
A resounding slap to my cheek brought my attention back to the man who had me pinned to the wall.
“You keep your eyes on me, boy,” he sneered, and for the first time I realized that he was a whole foot taller than I was. His spare hand snaked up to clutch my chin, making sure my gaze was locked on him at all times.
I knew I couldn’t take much more of this; the lack of oxygen was completely throwing me off. I couldn’t focus on anything and as more time passed I could feel less and less. I wanted to scream and punch, but I couldn’t. All I could do was stand there like a rag-doll as he attacked me.
In one painful movement he grabbed a fistful of my hair and slammed my head into the brick wall. That was the last I remembered before everything went black.
~*~
I don’t know how long I had been out, but when I came to I was still lying in the ally, a thin layer of snow covering my body and the surrounding garbage. There was no pain, only a dull throb in the back of my head to remind me of the event that had occurred what felt like seconds ago.
I tried to push myself up off the ground but a sharp pain in my tail bone told me not to move. With a heavy sigh, I looked around the ally.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say nothing had happened here. It was just a dirty old ally covered in a thick layer of mushy gray snow, piles of garbage lining each adjacent wall. How fitting: a washed-up rockstar lying amongst a sea of garbage. It was almost poetic, really…
I grunted and managed to pull myself to a kneeling position, drawing my legs underneath me and assessing the damage. There was dried blood caked in tiny lines down my face, but I couldn’t feel their exit point. My back hurt like a bitch, and there was a sharp sting in my jaw every time I grit my teethe in pain. I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt the wind whipping at the river of tears running down my cheeks.
“Fuck,” the word caught in my throat and came out as a sob, the pain in my…everything starting to freak me out. It was so fucking cold, my jacket-less form shaking to preserve what little warmth I had. It wasn’t working too well.
I needed to get back inside. The pub was only a few feet away but it seemed like miles to me, the cold wrapping around me like block of ice and locking me in place. I wanted to scream but my throat was raw and felt like sandpaper every time I made a noise. With a grunt I pushed myself all the way to my feet and took the first step toward the street-my hands scrapping along the brick wall for support.
The bar was still packed when I finally managed to reach the door and a wave of relief washed over me at the knowledge that it wasn’t past last call. The group of young girls was still sitting against the wall, casting worried glances in my direction as I made my way back to the bar.
“What the hell happened to you?” the bartender asked as my fingers traced the smooth surface of one of the barstools. I didn’t answer him, instead grabbing my jacket and turning to leave.
I felt everyone’s eyes on my as I walked to the door, each hushed voice whispering something about me behind my back. I knew they were talking about me, they had to be.
The heavy bar door seemed to take all of my strength to open, but I was more that pleased when I stepped outside. I needed to get the fuck home and climb in bed. That’s all I needed-a nice, warm, bed.
Wrapping the thin jacket around my shoulders, I took the first steps toward my small apartment. A pain grew in my chest at the knowledge that it would be empty when I got there, but I pushed that thought aside and walked on.
Sorry it took a while. I had school and beer to drink.
Thanks to sweet_666_777 for giving me the code to link my chapters.<33
Comments = Hot Finnish Sex in a public bathroom.
Summery: Ville is in love with Bam, but Bam only loves Ville when he’s drunk. By morning it’s forgotten and Bam goes on to believe that they’re still just friends. Ville puts up with it for his love, but it’s slowly killing him inside.
Author: xxShilaleighxx
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Pairing: VAM…eventually.
Rating: NC-17 in some parts…but generally it’s R
Previous chapters behind the cut.
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Something primal was stirred deep within me as this mystery man told his little speech. I knew that I could run while he was talking, I could scream for help; but a part of me just didn’t care. I wish I could say that I recognized the man looming before me, as I know he recognized me, but the truth was he was just another faceless bastard. In a week he would be forgotten.
My train of thought was swiftly derailed as a blunt boot was jabbed into my chest. It wasn’t really a kick, more of someone trying to get my attention. I peered uneasily up at the man I had come to call ‘Johnny’ (I would probably never know his real name), stray snowflakes obscuring my vision, and I smirked.
“Listen, do as you please, I could hardly give a shit,” I mumbled, wiping a bit of blood from my nose with my wrist.
“That’s such a rock-star attitude to have,” he nearly growled, a twisted laugh forming in his throat. I wanted to slap that grin off his stupid face but I really didn’t have the drive to do so. He leaned down quickly and grabbed me by the collar of my jacket, hauling me up so my back was once again against the brick wall. “You know,” he whispered, his breath stinging my already freezing ears. His hand moved to rest on my arm as a silent warning. “I was going to let you off easy, but now I’m not so sure.”
“That’s fine by me, I really quite enjoy spending time with you,” I rolled my eyes and smirked, hiding the fact that on the inside my heart was racing a mile a minute. I knew from experience not to give these guys what they wanted, and I didn’t plan to.
When his grip on my arm tightened I began to panic again. I had been in this situation before, but something seemed different…more menacing. I reached up to pull his hand off of me, but his grip only got stronger and his nails dug into my flesh and causing me to wince.
“You’re rather cocky, aren’t you?” he snorted. It was a funny noise, something between a laugh and a sound of disgust. Even though I couldn’t assign a name to it, I knew for a fact that I didn’t like it.
“I-” Whatever brash retort I was planning on shouting was cut off by a swift knee to my gut. It took me a second to catch my breath, my head spinning as the air was stolen from my lungs.
Before I could say anything further, strong lips were smashed into my own, hungry and demanding. My first reaction was to push the body before me away, but that did nothing. As I struggled, he just pushed harder, his large hands clasping my wrists over my head.
I knew what he was planning-they all think alike. As a last-ditch effort I brought my knee up and slammed it right between his legs. In an instant he was doubled over, panting and grabbing himself.
The second his hands were off me I ran, forcing my legs as hard as I could get them back to the bar. I didn’t bother to look behind me as I took off; they never followed. Just when I reached the end of the ally, the glowing streetlamps beckoning me to safety, I felt two strong arms grasp my ankles and pull me to the ground. My chin connected painfully with the hard concrete ground as I fell, the man just laughing as he stood over me.
He said something in an angry voice, but my mind was spinning too fast to understand what he was saying. It felt as if I had cracked my jaw open, and for all I knew, I had.
“You’re going to fucking pay for that,” I heard him growl, his voice fading in and out as he spoke. I tried to lift my head off the ground to stare at him properly, but it felt too heavy. In one swift moment he had me back up against the wall, my head spinning even more from the sudden movement.
I thought he would try to finish what he already started, but that thought was quickly disregarded as he threw a fist at my face. I didn’t have time to even try to block it, my head still reeling from its meeting with the floor. All I knew was that there was a blinding pain in my face as my head was smashed back into the wall.
“What-fuck…” I tried to form a complete sentence, but I couldn’t get my mouth to work properly. Before I could rearrange the jumbled words a large hand wrapped itself around my throat, cutting of most of the air-supply.
“I didn’t give you permission to talk,” he growled, I was beginning to hate his husky voice. I tried to swallow around the tight grip around my throat, but it only made it hurt more.
“Stop…” I attempted to whisper, my words coming out choked and shallow. My lungs began to burn as I gasped for oxygen, trying to pry the strong hand off of me to no avail.
I felt my body being jerked from the wall only to be violently thrown back into it, the hand on my throat never loosening. The pain in my lungs was unbearable, and I felt my other wounds slowly fading to a dull throb as my lungs screamed for air.
My eyes rolled to the side, scanning the entrance to the ally for any sign of life. Maybe someone would walk by, maybe someone would hear what was going on, maybe someone would-
A resounding slap to my cheek brought my attention back to the man who had me pinned to the wall.
“You keep your eyes on me, boy,” he sneered, and for the first time I realized that he was a whole foot taller than I was. His spare hand snaked up to clutch my chin, making sure my gaze was locked on him at all times.
I knew I couldn’t take much more of this; the lack of oxygen was completely throwing me off. I couldn’t focus on anything and as more time passed I could feel less and less. I wanted to scream and punch, but I couldn’t. All I could do was stand there like a rag-doll as he attacked me.
In one painful movement he grabbed a fistful of my hair and slammed my head into the brick wall. That was the last I remembered before everything went black.
~*~
I don’t know how long I had been out, but when I came to I was still lying in the ally, a thin layer of snow covering my body and the surrounding garbage. There was no pain, only a dull throb in the back of my head to remind me of the event that had occurred what felt like seconds ago.
I tried to push myself up off the ground but a sharp pain in my tail bone told me not to move. With a heavy sigh, I looked around the ally.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say nothing had happened here. It was just a dirty old ally covered in a thick layer of mushy gray snow, piles of garbage lining each adjacent wall. How fitting: a washed-up rockstar lying amongst a sea of garbage. It was almost poetic, really…
I grunted and managed to pull myself to a kneeling position, drawing my legs underneath me and assessing the damage. There was dried blood caked in tiny lines down my face, but I couldn’t feel their exit point. My back hurt like a bitch, and there was a sharp sting in my jaw every time I grit my teethe in pain. I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt the wind whipping at the river of tears running down my cheeks.
“Fuck,” the word caught in my throat and came out as a sob, the pain in my…everything starting to freak me out. It was so fucking cold, my jacket-less form shaking to preserve what little warmth I had. It wasn’t working too well.
I needed to get back inside. The pub was only a few feet away but it seemed like miles to me, the cold wrapping around me like block of ice and locking me in place. I wanted to scream but my throat was raw and felt like sandpaper every time I made a noise. With a grunt I pushed myself all the way to my feet and took the first step toward the street-my hands scrapping along the brick wall for support.
The bar was still packed when I finally managed to reach the door and a wave of relief washed over me at the knowledge that it wasn’t past last call. The group of young girls was still sitting against the wall, casting worried glances in my direction as I made my way back to the bar.
“What the hell happened to you?” the bartender asked as my fingers traced the smooth surface of one of the barstools. I didn’t answer him, instead grabbing my jacket and turning to leave.
I felt everyone’s eyes on my as I walked to the door, each hushed voice whispering something about me behind my back. I knew they were talking about me, they had to be.
The heavy bar door seemed to take all of my strength to open, but I was more that pleased when I stepped outside. I needed to get the fuck home and climb in bed. That’s all I needed-a nice, warm, bed.
Wrapping the thin jacket around my shoulders, I took the first steps toward my small apartment. A pain grew in my chest at the knowledge that it would be empty when I got there, but I pushed that thought aside and walked on.
Sorry it took a while. I had school and beer to drink.
Thanks to sweet_666_777 for giving me the code to link my chapters.<33
Comments = Hot Finnish Sex in a public bathroom.