"Shadow Passion" Chapter Seven
Title: Shadow Passion
Author: 616hasgotaname
Fandom: Music/VAM
Summery: Companion piece to “Kiss”. AU. Two people brought together by an undying love that defies the ages. One, a vampire with a bizarre need for camaraderie, the other a human ostracized from an unforgiving mortal world. Separately, they are powerless and lonely. Together they are unstoppable.
Disclaimer: I DO OWN VILLE AND BAM! I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU SAY! *cough* Yeah, they own themselves. This never happened (der), so don’t sue.
Rating: R to NC-17
Once again, this lovely banner was made by the amazingly talented annushkazhivago. Thanks again! <33
As always, links to "Kiss" and previous chapters behind the cut.
"Kiss"
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Warning: Vampire smut in this chapter. Keep in mind, I am very, very bad at writing smut.
Chapter Seven
Bam’s heart was racing by the time he reached his darkened bedroom. He knew he was being watched. Everywhere he turned he could feel eyes upon him. And he didn’t like it one bit.
Thick drapes were pulled tight across his bedroom window, blocking out what little light the half-moon provided. As he collapsed on his bed Bam remembered exactly what Ville said.
“You decide.” Those two words circled around Bam’s head viciously as he tried to concentrate on other matters. However, those two words would not leave him alone. It was as if he was bound to them. They wouldn’t leave him be no matter how much he pleaded with whatever powers existed out there. They wouldn’t let him rest.
As he tried to close his eyes the words picked up their pace, repeating and repeating with so much vigor that Bam felt he was likely to be driven insane. What did he mean by ‘you decide’? Does Ville mean he wanted to see him again? Or was it just another mind game?
The questions were infinite and exasperating, plaguing Bam’s mind like a terribly catchy Britney Spear’s song. Clamping his hands over his ears, as if the noise was physical, he tried to block out the questions and the dreadful answers they brought. This couldn’t be happening. He was drunk. By morning all would be forgotten and he’d be left with a terrible hangover. Nothing more.
Right?
Right.
Rolling over on his side, Bam buried his face into one of his four pillows and sighed. The questions continued their assault on his mind, but by that time he was too tired to care. As he felt the last waves of consciousness slip away from him, he heard Ville whisper:
“I’ll be awaiting your decision.”
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Bam was rudely awakened the next morning by a stream of sunlight creeping in through a break in his drapes. The light first cascaded over his bare torso, warming the blood beneath the thick skin, before reaching up to tenderly kiss his face. It was gentle and loving-and completely unwelcome. Scowling at the sun, he buried his face under a heap of pillows and blankets and tried to escape back to dream world. However, fate was not on his side that morning; for not two seconds later did his mother waltz through the door with a basket of laundry in her hands.
“Bam, sweetheart, don’t you think you should be getting up by now?” she asked kindly, absently placing stray articles of dirty laundry into the basket at her hip.
Bam groaned and tried to wrap his safe cocoon of a blanket around himself further. “No mom, it’s fucking Saturday.”
“Don’t swear in front of me young man, you’re better than that,” she chided softly. Glancing over at the clock beside his bed, she continued. “I realize that it’s Saturday, but it’s already past noon and you have a few chores around the house to take care of.”
“Get Jess to do them,” came his immediate reply.
“I’m not doing your job again, ass-wipe!” Jess called from the hallway, obviously listening in on their conversation. “Get out of bed already!”
Angrily tossing the pillow that was once placed securely over his head at the wall, Bam rolled out of bed and spread his arms wide in perfect showmanship. “I’m up, I’m up already. Jeez.”
“That’s my boy,” his mother patted him on the head affectionately, lightly uncurling some of the tangles in his hair before moving back out down the hallway. Bam stood there for a second, wondering exactly why he had just woken up when he didn’t need to. Most importantly, he was trying to figure out where his horrible headache came from.
As if on cue it hit him. The whole night flashed before his memory, nearly causing Bam to stumble backwards and to the ground. He gripped onto the nearby nightstand, steadying himself as the memories attacked his mind. Without warning he felt the alcohol from last night coming back up. Rushing to the bathroom down the hall, nearly tripping on the carpet three times, he continued to retch up the contents of the previous night in the toilet.
Tentative and heavy hands reached up to pull the lever and flush the dirty liquid down the drain before being used to prop himself upwards once again. A sense of nausea washed over him, but thankfully his stomach decided to give him a break. Splashing a bit of cold water on his face before being forced into mindless slave work, he risked a valiant glace at the mirror. His eyes seemed sunken in and there were dark rings beneath them, an obvious sign that he was hung-over. He prayed to whatever god was listening that his mother wouldn’t notice.
As he made his way downstairs, trying not to think of what chores his mother had in mind for this torturous morning, Bam sighed and stretched out his stiff muscles. The night before had really taken its toll on his body. He felt it in ever movement he made.
“Bam, sweetheart, because it’s Saturday I guess I can give you a break,” Ape called from the kitchen, laughing at her twisted excuse at a motherly joke. “Just help me make breakfast and clean up afterwards and I’ll let you off for the day.
“Good, because I have plans tonight,” he said as he walked into the kitchen, one hand rubbing sleep from his eye.
She smiled at him and handed over a box of pancake mix. “And what plans might that be, mister?” When he didn’t answer right away she continued. “You know, I’m just trying to be a good mother. I can’t have my son running the streets like a delinquent.”
“I won’t be causing any trouble, Ape,” he rolled his eyes. Pulling back the tear-away top, he emptied to contents of the box in a nearby bowl and began mixing in some milk. He hated cooking. It was his mother’s job, not his.
They worked in silence after that, neither knowing exactly what to say. Breakfast was made (consisting of a heap of pancakes, sausage, bacon, and an endless supply of homemade orange juice) without an argument. As Jess claimed a seat at the head of the table, the spot where Phil would be sitting were he not at work, Bam shoved a plate before him and sat down himself. The meal was quick, only the odd compliment here and there filling the silence, and before he knew what was happening Bam found himself washing dishes.
“You’re a good son, I’m proud of you,” Ape smiled as she brought another plate to him. Bam rolled his eyes as she placed a loving kiss on his cheek.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he grumbled, swiping at his cheek with his shirt sleeve. “Listen Ape, I actually do have some stuff to take care of tonight.” This time when she asked ‘what’ he only smiled. He himself wasn’t sure what he had to do, but he knew that it was something important.
“Alright, I’ll let you be a teenager,” she smiled. “Just make sure you’re not out too late.”
“I promise, Ape,” Bam tried to sound annoyed but he couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face. He watched as she placed another kiss on his cheek and shooed him away.
Shuffling his way upstairs, Bam sighed when he noticed the stack of homework that needed to be done before school next Monday. Letting out a few choice words, he decided to do the responsible thing by sitting down at the desk and attempting to get the meaningless algebra work done.
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Bam wasn’t sure what he was expecting to find in the rundown cemetery that night. All he knew was that he needed to be there. He needed to be waiting for someone. Though, the memory of whom seemed to escape him.
The cemetery was a flowerbed of crumbling tombstones, scattered about the overgrown grass as if they had sprung from the earth like a living thing. An old wrought iron fence confined the perimeter; lanky gargoyles perched atop each of the stone bases. It was easy enough to climb over, the decrepit piece of steal nearly giving way beneath Bam’s weight, and as he landed on the lush grass of the darkened ghost town he became frightfully aware of exactly how alone he was.
There was no sound, not even a bird chirping in one of the many dying trees. The occasionally rustling of the wind supplied the only noise, and even that was few and far between. Bam’s feet made no noise as they landed softly on the unkempt grass, muffled and increasing the foreboding silence. His eyes were wide as he scanned the cemetery for any sign of life-a foolish endeavor, he concluded-any sign that he was here for a reason.
Turning past a rather large mausoleum, Bam nearly screamed as he walked head-first into a large cross-shaped tombstone. In the darkness he thought it was a man, and with all the strength he had he pushed away from the massive stone monument and ran in the opposite direction, his heart pounding in his chest. He was a good twenty feet away before he chanced a look back. And that’s when he saw him.
Indolently draped across the outstretched arms of the cross, as if merely resting in the stone’s loving embrace, Ville stared back at him through the darkness. In that exact moment the moon hid behind a nearby cloud, shrouding the cemetery in even more darkness. Through the night Bam could still see two piercing green eyes gawking at him with a hungry need.
Bam felt his feet root themselves to the ground, unable to move as Ville jumped from his perch with a grace the skater had only seen in his cat. He stood immobile still as the vampire made his way toward him; long, thought out strides pacing their way toward the frozen boy with unnatural speed.
“You came,” he whispered, his voice as soft as the wind around them. Bam didn’t know what to say. His words got caught in his throat, his mouth moving but no noise coming out. Ville smirked, a cold hand running down the side of his face. “I must say, I wasn’t expecting that.”
“What are you doing here?” The question came out devoid of any fear, Bam suddenly finding his confidence once more. He felt completely relaxed standing there-in a cemetery with a vampire.
“I’m here because you’re here, my boy,” Ville answered simply, slightly shrugging his shoulders.
No other words were spoken as the vampire advanced upon the skater, cold lips crashing into warm with such force that Bam could have sworn he was being swallowed alive. He acted without thought, muscular hands snaking beneath the black cotton shirt and rubbing against cold, pale flesh. He was flushed with need, yet goosebumps still followed the vampire’s touch as nimble hands traveled along his toned form, tracing each muscle and bulge before coming to rest on the hem of his pants. The pad of a cold thumb ran across the top line of his boxers, teasing and pulling but moving no further.
“I need this,” Bam panted against the vampire’s mouth, hot saliva forming a thin line between them. Taking the initiative, he tugged ruthlessly at the vampire’s belt, growing frustrated when the latch didn’t give right away. He nearly jumped with happiness as the thin strap of leather was pulled from the belt loops, clattering noiselessly to the plush ground. A pain he never thought he would fill washed over him when the vampire swatted his hands away, pulling back a fraction of an inch.
“Let me take care of you this night,” he whispered seductively, a warm tongue darting out to lick a sensual line down the skater’s neck. In one swift movement Bam was pushed to the ground, not given enough time to recover before Ville was on top of him, once more wrenching at his clothes.
The cold of the night was forgotten as heated flesh was pressed against his, the vampire’s skin warming to match his own. Hands were everywhere, roaming, pinching, and clawing. He felt Ville shimmy lower, pulling his pants just low enough to expose him to the stars above. The moon peeked out from its hiding place, as if watching the spectacle set before it.
Without warning Bam felt himself encompassed by the velvety warmth of the vampire’s mouth. A loud moan escaped his lips as a sensation of pleasure like he had never felt before crashed over him. The skillful tongue got straight to work, running smooth circles as an anxious hand kneaded the base. Bam’s fingers dug into the soft ground beneath him, pulling up handfuls of grass and dirt only to repeat the process again.
It was over far too quickly, Bam coming in one loud yell into the night. His breathing was labored as Ville lapped up every drop of the man he held in his grasp.
“Let me do the same for you,” he panted, hands reaching down to tangle in the vampire’s hair. Ville smirked, remaining in that same position as he ran a nimble finger over the skater’s hip bone.
“This is all I need.” He bit down suddenly, drawing blood from a small wound on his hip, the aftereffects of Bam’s orgasm washing away whatever pain he should be feeling. It was all too erotic. The vampire sucked at the flesh, drawing out every essence of the man that he could-but leaving enough behind for another round in the future.
Bam gasped as sharp teethe left the space they once filled, a small line of blood running down his thigh. He felt himself craving that wonderful feeling, that astonishing reaction he got from those fangs digging into his flesh. However, Ville pulled away, kneeling at his side like a well-behaved child.
For a long moment Bam couldn’t move, he just lay there in the grass and stared up at the multitude of stars above him. He felt Ville shift closer to him, a large hand resting on his chest in a silent warning to calm his breathing. Bam obeyed, at last bringing his eyes to meet sparking green.
“Why…why did you do that?” he asked finally, sucking air through his nose and trying to steady his racing heart.
Ville only stared at him, as if the question wasn’t worthy of an answer. He gazed up at the glowing moon beyond, his neck craning backwards in a way that Bam was sure it would snap. Almost inaudibly, he whispered, “Do I really need a reason to show you affection?”
Bam thought about it for a second, trying to wrap his mind around the event that had just taken place. “No,” he finally answered, shaking his head slightly. An unexpected laugh tore itself from his lungs, “So, does this make me a necrophiliac?”
He was relieved when Ville chuckled, turning his gaze to meet the still prone man. “You have a lot to learn, my dear boy.”
“Are you going to teach me?” he teased, a childlike innocence gleaming in his crystal eyes.
Ville shifted once more so that he was leaning against the skater, his head resting lightly on Bam’s torso. Bam noticed that he was once more staring up at the moon, as if contemplating something. Finally, he said, “In time, you shall know all.”
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Sorry if it seems a bit short, like my other story, my computer decided to erease what I had written of the chapter. Fucking spyware. Also, MS Word is all screwie, so I apologize for any spelling and/or grammatical errors.
I must say, for the record, that I myself am getting a bit tired of all the VAMpire fics out there right now. There are far too many of them. Not to toot my own horn, but I think I might be on to something with this one. If you agree, let me know and I will continue it. Either way, I'll probably continue it anyway. I just want to know what you guys think.
Author: 616hasgotaname
Fandom: Music/VAM
Summery: Companion piece to “Kiss”. AU. Two people brought together by an undying love that defies the ages. One, a vampire with a bizarre need for camaraderie, the other a human ostracized from an unforgiving mortal world. Separately, they are powerless and lonely. Together they are unstoppable.
Disclaimer: I DO OWN VILLE AND BAM! I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU SAY! *cough* Yeah, they own themselves. This never happened (der), so don’t sue.
Rating: R to NC-17
Once again, this lovely banner was made by the amazingly talented annushkazhivago. Thanks again! <33
As always, links to "Kiss" and previous chapters behind the cut.
"Kiss"
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Warning: Vampire smut in this chapter. Keep in mind, I am very, very bad at writing smut.
Chapter Seven
Bam’s heart was racing by the time he reached his darkened bedroom. He knew he was being watched. Everywhere he turned he could feel eyes upon him. And he didn’t like it one bit.
Thick drapes were pulled tight across his bedroom window, blocking out what little light the half-moon provided. As he collapsed on his bed Bam remembered exactly what Ville said.
“You decide.” Those two words circled around Bam’s head viciously as he tried to concentrate on other matters. However, those two words would not leave him alone. It was as if he was bound to them. They wouldn’t leave him be no matter how much he pleaded with whatever powers existed out there. They wouldn’t let him rest.
As he tried to close his eyes the words picked up their pace, repeating and repeating with so much vigor that Bam felt he was likely to be driven insane. What did he mean by ‘you decide’? Does Ville mean he wanted to see him again? Or was it just another mind game?
The questions were infinite and exasperating, plaguing Bam’s mind like a terribly catchy Britney Spear’s song. Clamping his hands over his ears, as if the noise was physical, he tried to block out the questions and the dreadful answers they brought. This couldn’t be happening. He was drunk. By morning all would be forgotten and he’d be left with a terrible hangover. Nothing more.
Right?
Right.
Rolling over on his side, Bam buried his face into one of his four pillows and sighed. The questions continued their assault on his mind, but by that time he was too tired to care. As he felt the last waves of consciousness slip away from him, he heard Ville whisper:
“I’ll be awaiting your decision.”
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Bam was rudely awakened the next morning by a stream of sunlight creeping in through a break in his drapes. The light first cascaded over his bare torso, warming the blood beneath the thick skin, before reaching up to tenderly kiss his face. It was gentle and loving-and completely unwelcome. Scowling at the sun, he buried his face under a heap of pillows and blankets and tried to escape back to dream world. However, fate was not on his side that morning; for not two seconds later did his mother waltz through the door with a basket of laundry in her hands.
“Bam, sweetheart, don’t you think you should be getting up by now?” she asked kindly, absently placing stray articles of dirty laundry into the basket at her hip.
Bam groaned and tried to wrap his safe cocoon of a blanket around himself further. “No mom, it’s fucking Saturday.”
“Don’t swear in front of me young man, you’re better than that,” she chided softly. Glancing over at the clock beside his bed, she continued. “I realize that it’s Saturday, but it’s already past noon and you have a few chores around the house to take care of.”
“Get Jess to do them,” came his immediate reply.
“I’m not doing your job again, ass-wipe!” Jess called from the hallway, obviously listening in on their conversation. “Get out of bed already!”
Angrily tossing the pillow that was once placed securely over his head at the wall, Bam rolled out of bed and spread his arms wide in perfect showmanship. “I’m up, I’m up already. Jeez.”
“That’s my boy,” his mother patted him on the head affectionately, lightly uncurling some of the tangles in his hair before moving back out down the hallway. Bam stood there for a second, wondering exactly why he had just woken up when he didn’t need to. Most importantly, he was trying to figure out where his horrible headache came from.
As if on cue it hit him. The whole night flashed before his memory, nearly causing Bam to stumble backwards and to the ground. He gripped onto the nearby nightstand, steadying himself as the memories attacked his mind. Without warning he felt the alcohol from last night coming back up. Rushing to the bathroom down the hall, nearly tripping on the carpet three times, he continued to retch up the contents of the previous night in the toilet.
Tentative and heavy hands reached up to pull the lever and flush the dirty liquid down the drain before being used to prop himself upwards once again. A sense of nausea washed over him, but thankfully his stomach decided to give him a break. Splashing a bit of cold water on his face before being forced into mindless slave work, he risked a valiant glace at the mirror. His eyes seemed sunken in and there were dark rings beneath them, an obvious sign that he was hung-over. He prayed to whatever god was listening that his mother wouldn’t notice.
As he made his way downstairs, trying not to think of what chores his mother had in mind for this torturous morning, Bam sighed and stretched out his stiff muscles. The night before had really taken its toll on his body. He felt it in ever movement he made.
“Bam, sweetheart, because it’s Saturday I guess I can give you a break,” Ape called from the kitchen, laughing at her twisted excuse at a motherly joke. “Just help me make breakfast and clean up afterwards and I’ll let you off for the day.
“Good, because I have plans tonight,” he said as he walked into the kitchen, one hand rubbing sleep from his eye.
She smiled at him and handed over a box of pancake mix. “And what plans might that be, mister?” When he didn’t answer right away she continued. “You know, I’m just trying to be a good mother. I can’t have my son running the streets like a delinquent.”
“I won’t be causing any trouble, Ape,” he rolled his eyes. Pulling back the tear-away top, he emptied to contents of the box in a nearby bowl and began mixing in some milk. He hated cooking. It was his mother’s job, not his.
They worked in silence after that, neither knowing exactly what to say. Breakfast was made (consisting of a heap of pancakes, sausage, bacon, and an endless supply of homemade orange juice) without an argument. As Jess claimed a seat at the head of the table, the spot where Phil would be sitting were he not at work, Bam shoved a plate before him and sat down himself. The meal was quick, only the odd compliment here and there filling the silence, and before he knew what was happening Bam found himself washing dishes.
“You’re a good son, I’m proud of you,” Ape smiled as she brought another plate to him. Bam rolled his eyes as she placed a loving kiss on his cheek.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he grumbled, swiping at his cheek with his shirt sleeve. “Listen Ape, I actually do have some stuff to take care of tonight.” This time when she asked ‘what’ he only smiled. He himself wasn’t sure what he had to do, but he knew that it was something important.
“Alright, I’ll let you be a teenager,” she smiled. “Just make sure you’re not out too late.”
“I promise, Ape,” Bam tried to sound annoyed but he couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face. He watched as she placed another kiss on his cheek and shooed him away.
Shuffling his way upstairs, Bam sighed when he noticed the stack of homework that needed to be done before school next Monday. Letting out a few choice words, he decided to do the responsible thing by sitting down at the desk and attempting to get the meaningless algebra work done.
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Bam wasn’t sure what he was expecting to find in the rundown cemetery that night. All he knew was that he needed to be there. He needed to be waiting for someone. Though, the memory of whom seemed to escape him.
The cemetery was a flowerbed of crumbling tombstones, scattered about the overgrown grass as if they had sprung from the earth like a living thing. An old wrought iron fence confined the perimeter; lanky gargoyles perched atop each of the stone bases. It was easy enough to climb over, the decrepit piece of steal nearly giving way beneath Bam’s weight, and as he landed on the lush grass of the darkened ghost town he became frightfully aware of exactly how alone he was.
There was no sound, not even a bird chirping in one of the many dying trees. The occasionally rustling of the wind supplied the only noise, and even that was few and far between. Bam’s feet made no noise as they landed softly on the unkempt grass, muffled and increasing the foreboding silence. His eyes were wide as he scanned the cemetery for any sign of life-a foolish endeavor, he concluded-any sign that he was here for a reason.
Turning past a rather large mausoleum, Bam nearly screamed as he walked head-first into a large cross-shaped tombstone. In the darkness he thought it was a man, and with all the strength he had he pushed away from the massive stone monument and ran in the opposite direction, his heart pounding in his chest. He was a good twenty feet away before he chanced a look back. And that’s when he saw him.
Indolently draped across the outstretched arms of the cross, as if merely resting in the stone’s loving embrace, Ville stared back at him through the darkness. In that exact moment the moon hid behind a nearby cloud, shrouding the cemetery in even more darkness. Through the night Bam could still see two piercing green eyes gawking at him with a hungry need.
Bam felt his feet root themselves to the ground, unable to move as Ville jumped from his perch with a grace the skater had only seen in his cat. He stood immobile still as the vampire made his way toward him; long, thought out strides pacing their way toward the frozen boy with unnatural speed.
“You came,” he whispered, his voice as soft as the wind around them. Bam didn’t know what to say. His words got caught in his throat, his mouth moving but no noise coming out. Ville smirked, a cold hand running down the side of his face. “I must say, I wasn’t expecting that.”
“What are you doing here?” The question came out devoid of any fear, Bam suddenly finding his confidence once more. He felt completely relaxed standing there-in a cemetery with a vampire.
“I’m here because you’re here, my boy,” Ville answered simply, slightly shrugging his shoulders.
No other words were spoken as the vampire advanced upon the skater, cold lips crashing into warm with such force that Bam could have sworn he was being swallowed alive. He acted without thought, muscular hands snaking beneath the black cotton shirt and rubbing against cold, pale flesh. He was flushed with need, yet goosebumps still followed the vampire’s touch as nimble hands traveled along his toned form, tracing each muscle and bulge before coming to rest on the hem of his pants. The pad of a cold thumb ran across the top line of his boxers, teasing and pulling but moving no further.
“I need this,” Bam panted against the vampire’s mouth, hot saliva forming a thin line between them. Taking the initiative, he tugged ruthlessly at the vampire’s belt, growing frustrated when the latch didn’t give right away. He nearly jumped with happiness as the thin strap of leather was pulled from the belt loops, clattering noiselessly to the plush ground. A pain he never thought he would fill washed over him when the vampire swatted his hands away, pulling back a fraction of an inch.
“Let me take care of you this night,” he whispered seductively, a warm tongue darting out to lick a sensual line down the skater’s neck. In one swift movement Bam was pushed to the ground, not given enough time to recover before Ville was on top of him, once more wrenching at his clothes.
The cold of the night was forgotten as heated flesh was pressed against his, the vampire’s skin warming to match his own. Hands were everywhere, roaming, pinching, and clawing. He felt Ville shimmy lower, pulling his pants just low enough to expose him to the stars above. The moon peeked out from its hiding place, as if watching the spectacle set before it.
Without warning Bam felt himself encompassed by the velvety warmth of the vampire’s mouth. A loud moan escaped his lips as a sensation of pleasure like he had never felt before crashed over him. The skillful tongue got straight to work, running smooth circles as an anxious hand kneaded the base. Bam’s fingers dug into the soft ground beneath him, pulling up handfuls of grass and dirt only to repeat the process again.
It was over far too quickly, Bam coming in one loud yell into the night. His breathing was labored as Ville lapped up every drop of the man he held in his grasp.
“Let me do the same for you,” he panted, hands reaching down to tangle in the vampire’s hair. Ville smirked, remaining in that same position as he ran a nimble finger over the skater’s hip bone.
“This is all I need.” He bit down suddenly, drawing blood from a small wound on his hip, the aftereffects of Bam’s orgasm washing away whatever pain he should be feeling. It was all too erotic. The vampire sucked at the flesh, drawing out every essence of the man that he could-but leaving enough behind for another round in the future.
Bam gasped as sharp teethe left the space they once filled, a small line of blood running down his thigh. He felt himself craving that wonderful feeling, that astonishing reaction he got from those fangs digging into his flesh. However, Ville pulled away, kneeling at his side like a well-behaved child.
For a long moment Bam couldn’t move, he just lay there in the grass and stared up at the multitude of stars above him. He felt Ville shift closer to him, a large hand resting on his chest in a silent warning to calm his breathing. Bam obeyed, at last bringing his eyes to meet sparking green.
“Why…why did you do that?” he asked finally, sucking air through his nose and trying to steady his racing heart.
Ville only stared at him, as if the question wasn’t worthy of an answer. He gazed up at the glowing moon beyond, his neck craning backwards in a way that Bam was sure it would snap. Almost inaudibly, he whispered, “Do I really need a reason to show you affection?”
Bam thought about it for a second, trying to wrap his mind around the event that had just taken place. “No,” he finally answered, shaking his head slightly. An unexpected laugh tore itself from his lungs, “So, does this make me a necrophiliac?”
He was relieved when Ville chuckled, turning his gaze to meet the still prone man. “You have a lot to learn, my dear boy.”
“Are you going to teach me?” he teased, a childlike innocence gleaming in his crystal eyes.
Ville shifted once more so that he was leaning against the skater, his head resting lightly on Bam’s torso. Bam noticed that he was once more staring up at the moon, as if contemplating something. Finally, he said, “In time, you shall know all.”
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Sorry if it seems a bit short, like my other story, my computer decided to erease what I had written of the chapter. Fucking spyware. Also, MS Word is all screwie, so I apologize for any spelling and/or grammatical errors.
I must say, for the record, that I myself am getting a bit tired of all the VAMpire fics out there right now. There are far too many of them. Not to toot my own horn, but I think I might be on to something with this one. If you agree, let me know and I will continue it. Either way, I'll probably continue it anyway. I just want to know what you guys think.