"Shadow Passion" Chapter 18 Part II
Title: Shadow Passion
Author: 616hasgotaname and irena_aneri
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
Links behind the cut.
WARNING: This chapter is looooooong. So long in fact, that it had to be split into two sepearte parts. It contains everything from pointless humour, rough sex, and bloodplay. You have been warned.
Chapter Eighteen Part II
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"Ville, I'm bored." Bam whined. And it was a fairly earned whine.
It had been four hours since they'd set out, and the novelty of flicking the radio on and catching Linde singing songs such as Madonna's 'Like A Virgin" and Michael Jackson's 'Thriller' had worn off after the blonde had kept up a stubborn silence.
"Don't start Bam." Ville said, not taking his eyes off the road. They were glazed, as if he wasn't really seeing the road ahead of him.
But Bam would not stand for this.
"Don't treat me like a kid." He grumbled, not caring how stupid he sounded. His body ached and his mind felt shriveled from lack of a distraction. He desperately needed something to do.
Ville tore his eyes from the blue beater in front of them to glare at Bam. "Then don't act like one." He commented snidely. The bore of driving was wearing on him too. The purr of Tinkerbelle didn't bring him as much joy as he'd wished, the reason they were driving was ruining it for him, and it annoyed him to no end.
"But I'm bored." Bam pouted, fidgeting in his seat, looking around the car for something, anything, to distract him. His eyes landed once again on Ville's delicate hand, having had to let go of it so Ville could drive more easily. 'Fine, if you won't find something to entertain me, I'll do it myself.' Bam thought.
'Be my guest.' Came the bored response.
Sighing, Bam flicked on the radio once more. "Yo, Linde, you there?" he asked, hoping to catch him singing again.
"Nope." Linde said, the embarrassment still coloring his voice.
"Ugh, fine." Bam muttered. Repeatedly hitting his head against the leather seat, Bam glanced over at the vampire, an idea coming to him.
'Ville?' He asked in his mind.
'…what?' Ville's clearly dull and glazed voice came resounding through his thoughts.
'That thing you were doing with the stick shift earlier…' Bam trailed off innocently, placing a hesitant hand on the vampire's thigh.
'I wasn't doing anything with it, Bam.' His voice was unfazed by Bam's gentle touch. Annoyed, the skater dragged his hand upwards, trailing his fingers along Ville's inner thigh. 'You sure about that, Ville?' Bam thought suggestively, as he began massaging small circles into the sensitive flesh, digits moving steadily upward.
Ville gasped, his cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink as he glared over at Bam. Bam grinned cheekily, and ran one finger down the zipper of Ville's hideously tight pants. Ville hissed softly.
'Ville, you look so good in leather.'
Ville smirked. 'I know.'
Bam snorted out loud. 'Cocky bastard,' He thought, taking a breath and pressing down gently over Ville's zipper.
'Damn straight.'
"Oh.." a low whimper escaped from Ville's lips then, "Bam please..." he breathed, turning to look at him while at the same time swatting the skater's hands away.
"If you two are going to do that, I'd appreciate it if you had the decency to shut off the radio." Linde's annoyed voice broke through the speakers.
"Fine, your loss, Barbie." Bam said quickly, flicking the switch on the ancient radio to off, cutting Linde's indignant cursing to silence.
He turned a heated gaze onto Ville, who was taking deep breaths, keeping a determined gaze on the road.
"Bam, I'm driving." He whispered, glancing quickly over at him.
"So? You said you were a good driver." He unbuckled his seat belt, sliding across the leather until he was laying down, his head in Ville's lap. "Prove it."
"Bam, d-don't--" Ville stammered, when he felt Bam place light kisses along the inside of his thigh. "Not safe for you."
"But I'm bored, Ville. And you said I could entertain myself." Nudging the very obvious swell in the vampire's pants with his cheek.
Ville was having a hard time concentrating. How could he want to be like this after what I did? Kept repeating through his mind. His mouth fell open when Bam's fingers undid his zipper fractionally, before he could say anything to object. His knuckles were an impossible shade of white on the steering wheel, whole body tense as he silently wish for Bam to not undo his pants fully; they'd certainly get into a car crash.
Bam stared at the bottom point of Ville's tattoo. He was itching to trace his tongue along those intricate lines, to feel the vampire's smooth skin against his lips. "Ville, I want you." He said quietly, touching the tip of his tongue to the point, licking a slow path up and around the curve.
"Bam, stop." Ville whispered, as desire coursed through his system. He promised himself that he wouldn't hurt the boy again. And he wouldn't. The feeling of love scared him, and now that Bam knew…
"Stop!" Ville begged, the sensations Bam was causing him to feel were beginning to become too much. But Bam didn't listen, and began sucking on the tender flesh, pulling at his with his teeth, a hand coming around to slide up Ville's other thigh.
"Bam, sit the fuck up and put your fucking seat belt on." Ville growled, swatting at the chocolate curls with his hand. Nobody touched him there. Ever.
Bam shot up suddenly, his arms crossed firmly over his chest. He waited for the vampire to catch his breath before growling, "What the fuck is your problem? You fucking rape me and then tell me you love me, yet you won't let me fucking kiss you?"
Ville audibly gulped, his eyes slipping closed as his mouth hung open slightly. Words escaped him for a moment as he tried to think of something to say. "Bam, I...it's not like that--"
"Dude, what the fuck ever, don't talk to me." Shifting slightly, Bam went back to staring out the window, a heated silence filling the space between them.
Beside him, Ville straightened his posture and tried to focus on the road ahead of him. He could tell that Bam was pissed, but he couldn't think of anything to make up for his actions. Bam didn't need to know certain things...
They drove for another two hours, speeding down the highway in silence. As Ville pulled the car off onto I-40 West, he glanced over and noticed that Bam was fast asleep--his frame leaning against the door and his arms still crossed defensively. He fought back the urge to wipe the hair from Bam's eyes, instead focusing on where he was going. If they didn't stop soon, they would be stuck out in the sun. And nobody wanted that.
"All of these damned signs look the same," he grumbled, watching the overpass signs whiz past him before he really got the chance to read them. He knew that they were somewhere in Tennessee, the large mountains covered in thick pine trees was evidence of that, but as far as where they were in the state, Ville was lost. Picking up the handle to the CB, he turned down the volume and asked, "Linde, tell me how to get to Knoxville from here."
"Knoxville? What for?" Came the static-studded response.
"The sun is going to rise soon, we need to pull over," Ville rolled his eyes. "Just give me directions, okay?"
There was a pause and the sound of a ruffling road map before Linde responded, "You're going to take Cumberland Avenue toward Downtown, the road will veer right onto West Cumberland, take that...then...turn left onto Henley Street. If this map is correct, that should take you right into the city."
"Thanks Linde," Ville grumbled, trying to remember the directions as he took the next exit off the interstate.
Bam moaned something in his sleep and rolled over as the car shifted gears into a much slower speed, his blue eyes opening lazily and peering up at Ville. When Ville noticed this, he cast the skater an apologetic smile; but Bam just grunted and rolled back over.
Outside the skater's window the world was passing by at a relatively mild speed, thousands of trees dying out and fading into suburban city life.
Finally, curiosity got the best of him and he asked, "Where the hell are we?"
"Just outside of Knoxville, we're pulling over for the night," Ville answered, all kindness now gone from his voice. If Bam was going to be a dick, well...two can play that game.
Bam didn't say anything after that, he just turned back over and continued to stare aimlessly out the window. As they got further into the city, Ville pulled the car into one of the many hotels that lined the boarder. Linde pulled in, none too silently, behind them, taking up an entire four parking spaces.
Ville climbed out of the car silently, stuffing the keys in his pocket before walking over to Chuck and pounding on the door. Moments later Linde opened up and hopped down, a tired look in his eyes as they walked to the back of the truck and began unloading certain items.
"Hey Bam, gonna' give us a hand back here?" Linde called, tossing a particularly large box on the ground.
Bam peeked his head out the car, still sitting safely within, and called, "What do you need my help for? You're both grown men, take care of it yourself."
He heard Ville grunt something unintelligible before finally appearing around the back of the truck. "Listen you," he growled. "We brought you along for the ride, the least you can do is help out."
"I don't see anything back there that belongs to me," Bam smirked quickly, but still he opened the door and climbed out. He quickly felt the change in elevation from his home in Pennsylvania, the air was much thinner here--almost nonexistent. As he walked along the side of the massive truck, a grin spread over his face and an idea popped into his head. He saw Ville struggling with a particularly large box and offered out his hand, "Need some help with that?"
Ville must have missed the devilish grin on Bam's face, because he simply nodded and allowed Bam to take the other half. They didn't get two steps from the truck before Bam let out a sarcastic 'oops' and dropped his end of the box, the large crate dipping suddenly and colliding with Ville's foot.
"Sorry bro, must've slipped," Bam laughed around the vampire's shouted curses.
Ville threw his end of the box to the floor, his hands gripped angrily at his sides. Without warning, the vampire lunged, outstretched arms grabbing for Bam's neck. The skater jumped back a foot, but not far enough. Ville's body smashed into his own, causing them both to tumble to the pavement. Punches were thrown, feet were kicked, Ville viciously wrenched at Bam's hair; but no real damage was caused. Before they could really tear into eachother, Ville felt a strong pair of hands on his back as he was violently pulled off the skater.
"Play nice, children," Linde scolded slightly, holding Ville back as he made another attempt to get at Bam. "I'm not getting all of this shit by myself, so unless you guys help out you can sleep out here tonight."
"Whatever, dad," Bam pouted, dusting off his clothes as he peeled himself from the parking lot. He shot Ville a glare that clearly said 'this isn't over' before walking back around the truck. Ville hefted the box back up and stalked off towards one of the many hotel doors, not bothering to offer a retort. "Are you guys even paying for this room?"
Linde shoved a box in Bam's hands before answering, "Someday you'll learn that everything in life is free--you just need to know how to ask for it."
The words of wisdom flew right over Bam's head as he replied with, "So that's a 'no'?"
The blonde didn't say anything, instead he just shook his head and moved further into the bed of the truck. Turning on his heel, Bam followed the path that Ville had taken to a room labeled '616'.
It was a small suite on the first floor, furnished only with a king-sized bed and a large dresser. Toward the back wall there was a small half-bath and a vanity, dingy yellow lighting shinning down from a fly-infested ceiling light. As Bam walked through the door, he spotted Ville laying leisurely accross the bed, one arm tucked beneath his neck and his legs outstretched and crossed atop the freshly made blankets. In his free hand sat an open book, his green eyes scanning over the words languidly.
"Aren't you going to help?" Bam grumbled, dropping the box by the door. Why they needed to unpack all of this junk was beyond him, but he wasn't about to complain.
Ville brought a lazy gaze to the skater, taking him in with half-lidded, indignant eyes. "I drove all the way here; my job's done."
"Bullshit, if I have to carry in boxes of garbage that don't even belong to me, then you can at least prance your royal ass out there and help," Bam growled, hands resting on his hips offensively.
"And what if I say no?" Ville was obviously trying to appear bored, but it only served to piss Bam off further.
He stomped over to the bed and ripped the book from the vampire's grasp, the pages fraying as he threw it accross the room. "Get your ass up, now."
Same bored expression on his face, Ville swung his legs over the side of the bed, standing to his full height before the skater. With his head tilted slightly to the side and the slightest of smiles playing on his lips, he whispered, "Who are you to order me around?"
Ville took a possessive step forward, eyes darkening with satisfaction when Bam stepped back. "Linde's not going to save you this time."
Suddenly Ville was on him, strong hands shoving Bam into the adjacent wall and pinning him in place. He struggled, trying fruitlessly to wiggle his way out of the vampire's grasp. In one desperate move he brought up his knee, jamming it right between Ville's legs.
Ville doubled over, panting, and let out a low moan of pain. When he finally brought his eyes back up to Bam's, the skater growled, "So it's a fight you want? Then you'll get it."
Before either of them could blink, Bam jumped forward, his fist colliding with Ville's jaw and sending the vampire stumbling backwards. He regained his composure, though, and quickly lunged for Bam's legs. They fell to the floor in a tangled mess, Bam tossing out wide-range punches to Ville's chest and arms while Ville clawed and hammered his fists into Bam's stomach. One spidery elbow jutted forward, knocking Bam's jaw sharply to the left and skimming past his nose by mere centimeters.
He shoved his hand into Ville's face, using the vampire as leverage to push himself up. With Ville still on the ground, Bam drew back a foot and landed a well-placed kick to the vampire's abdomen. Ville sputtered, forearms curling underneath his body as he stood on shaking legs. The skater went in for another wide punch, his arm swinging out from the side and narrowly missing Ville's head. In his distraction, Ville took the opportunity to land a punch at Bam's face. The skater's head shot backwards, a thin line of blood running from his nose.
When his head snapped forward again, there was nothing but pure rage in Bam's eyes. He jumped at Ville, but the vampire grabbed hold of his collar and used Bam's own momentum to get him pinned back against the wall, both their breaths coming in short pants as they fiercely glared at eachother. Ville leaned in, his face inches away from Bam's, and whispered, "I think I have you pegged, dear boy."
Bam growled something under his breath, his eyes darkening as he placed two strong arms on either side of Ville's shoulders. The vampire's confidence faltered as Bam roughly shoved him backwards, reversing the roles and pinning Ville against the wall in his place. "Can you be so sure about that?"
Ville's demeanor seemed to change just then, the anger melting from his eyes as they clouded over with some unknown emotion. His grip slacked slightly as Ville panted, a crooked grin growing on the vampire's face. He brought up a shaking hand to wipe at the small trail of blood on his chin.
His eyes closed, Ville leaned into Bam's ear, breathing heavy, and said, "You have no idea how hot you are right now." Bam swallowed, leaning back to glare at Ville.
"Nobody ever hits me back," Ville said in the same throaty voice. But Bam wasn't letting him off the hook so easily, he was still pissed. Snaking his hand up to Ville's creamy neck, he gripped it firmly, a look of shock in Ville's eyes.
Bam smacked the vampire, hard, across the face, earning a yelp of surprise. Bam gave a satisfied smirk as he saw Ville's eyes fill with tears, a shaking palm involuntarily going to his cheek, still breathing heavily.
"I'm not a nobody," Bam said darkly, hand still at the vampire's throat, waiting for Ville to strike at him again. Instead, Ville shot his hand to Bam's wrist, encircling it with his shaking fingers. Bam didn't move; but the look in Ville's eyes was not one of anger. Ville pulled weakly at Bam's hand, but Bam didn't move. Ville whimpered.
"Bam, let go, you're hurting me."
"So?"
"But…I thought you loved me too," Ville whispered, head hanging down, body going limp under Bam's grasp.
Bam's eyes grew wide in shock as he realized what Ville had said. He swallowed once in an attempt to calm his breathing, crystal blue eyes clouded over with exhilaration. As he peered up at the vampire, one question fell from his lips, "What did you just say?"
"You heard me," Ville's mumbled answer came, his head not moving, not meeting Bam's gaze.
Bam's grasp on the vampires throat released, cupping his chin and tilting his head back, tear filled green eyes sparkling. He'd never seen him more beautiful nor more vulnerable than at that moment.
"Oh, but I do love you, Ville."
The skater drew back, looking into Ville's eyes, tenderly wiping away a stray tear. He brought his face closer to Bam's, their noses ghosting over eachother in a slight butterfly kiss. But then, Bam leaned in, whispering in Ville's ear words that made him shudder.
"But you will wish you'd never met me by the time I'm done with you."
Suddenly Bam pounced forward, his lips capturing Ville's in a devouring kiss. He let his grip slide as he tangled a muscular hand in curling brown hair, Ville's hands quickly shooting forward to run along Bam's heaving chest. His face moved to bury itself in the crook of Bam's neck as the skater's hand moved down his back, hungry fingers tugging at the fabric of Ville's shirt, clawing at the thin material.
When Ville bit down slightly, Bam's hand once more tangled in his hair; wrenching his head backwards and slamming it into the wall. "No biting," Bam warned possessively. Ville winced at the sudden pain, but it only served to turn him on more. With a fevered nod, he smashed his lips back into Bam's, wet tongues fighting for dominance as both men moaned at the other's touch. Ville clutched at Bam desperately, trying to bring them closer. He'd never felt the need for someone, for anything, so strong. Everything about this boy intoxicated him, he needed him like he needed blood.
Without warning, Bam hefted Ville's thin body off the ground, automatically the vampire's nimble legs wrapped securely around his waist. Bam's hand went to the back of Ville's neck, jerking it back slightly, exposing the beautiful length of pale flesh. Bam ran his tongue down Ville's throat, nipping every so often, none too gently, either.
The vampire gasped and arched his back forward as Bam swiftly turned around and threw him down on the low dresser, knocking the TV to the ground and pinning Ville to the polished wood. Ville whimpered as his body met the hard surface, pain flickering across his face, but he found no pity from Bam.
Hungry lips once more found their way to Ville's jaw line, trailing a sloppy kiss to his collarbone as skilled hands reached forward and toyed with his belt buckle. Ville moaned and arched his hips up into Bam's as the skater snaked his hand just beneath the tight leather of the vampire's pants.
The sight of Bam above him made Ville want to scream. "B-Bam I...I..." he tried to get out, his breathing coming in harsh gaps.
"Shut up for once in your life, Ville." Bam snarled, withdrawing his fingers from Ville's waistband, lacing his hands with the vampires and pinning them over his head, looking down at him with a strange look on his face. Was that fear in Ville's eyes? Ville opened his mouth to speak, but his swollen, plush lips were too much for Bam.
He leant down, capturing them with his own, climbing on to the dresser, his knees on either side of Ville's hips, straddling him. Ville writhed and moaned underneath him as Bam sucked his full lower lip into his mouth, biting down hard, then pulling away just as the vampire had opened his mouth for him. Bam pulled back slightly, to see the flushed face of his lover. Ville was breathing heavily, eyes closed, long raven lashes fluttering open as he tried to lift his head off the dresser, eyes begging.
"W-why did you s-stop?" he asked breathlessly, his abused mouth slightly open. Bam let go of his hands, placing one on Ville's shoulder, forcing his head down.
"Because this isn't about what you want, Ville." He breathed into his ear, hearing Ville let out a shuddering breath. Flicking a hot tongue just underneath the vampire's earlobe, a guttural moan left Bam's throat as he felt Ville's hips press into his thighs.
It was then that Ville went on the offensive, violently bucking his hips upwards and throwing Bam to the ground, his body landing on the carpeted floor with so much force that the skater could have sworn it shook the whole hotel. When Ville hopped from his spot on the dresser and landed atop of him, assuming he had won the upper hand, Bam growled and quickly flipped the vampire over. Ville gasped as Bam once again sent a hard slap flying at his face, connecting painfully with his jaw.
"Don't even think about trying a stunt like that again," he growled. Ville groaned as Bam wrapped his hand around the vampire's thin wrist, holding it firmly in place at his side. In one smooth motion he had the buttons of Ville's shirt strewn accross the floor, flushed skin peeking out from the now opened garment.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Ville." Bam hissed, slipping his hands underneath the small of Ville's back, wrenching his body into a sitting position, pausing briefly in the blur of movement to stare, transfixed at the vampire's beauty.
Then he was attacking him again, lips crushing together as he pushed Ville's shirt off his shoulder's, the vampire's slight weight settled in his lap. Bam slid a hand up Ville's chest, lightly grazing a pert nipple with his fingernails.
With a soft 'oh' Ville's mouth fell open, and Bam slipped his tongue inside, tasting him. Ville went weak in Bam's arms, the skater fully supporting him as he deepened the kiss.
Ville's hands were on Bam's chest, pushing slightly, causing a flustered Bam to break their kiss, and stared, raggedly breathing, into deep forest eyes.
"B-Bammi..." Ville whispered. "I l-love y-you," he breathed, Bam's heart melting as he pushed the vampire down, sitting on him.
"You're mine, Ville..." Bam whispered into his ear, trailing heated fingers down his lover's chest, agonizingly slow, to the point that Bam could hardly pin him down any longer Ville was writhing so badly. Ville sat up, Bam rolling off him to breathe. Regaining his wind, he rose suddenly, he once again threw Ville to the floor, the vampire's breath hitching in his throat from the sudden movement.
All Bam could see was Ville's eyes; glowing, hunter green, interested, lustful even. The vampire cast him a sideways glance, that knowing smirk he had, the wink of his eye. Bam's body was moving without him, and in the blur of flesh and sweat and blood he couldn't think, couldn't see.
He pulled himself off the flushed, panting body beneath him; puckered lips reaching out to meet his own. Ville stared back, chest rising rapidly as he struggled to take in oxygen. On instinct, Bam leaned down and whispered,
"I feel like destroying something beautiful."
He didn't need to look at Ville to see his reaction. He understood, he knew. Had he looked, however, he'd have seen the slight flicker of fear in his eyes.
"Then destroy me," Ville moaned, arching his hips upwards as Bam ran his knee along the vampire's inner thigh. "Trash me, bash me, throw me away," he panted, the leg slinking farther towards his crotch. "Fuck me."
Bam thrust his hips downward, eliciting a gasp from Ville's lips as warm fingers danced heatedly against his flesh. In one heated, breathy pant he whispered, "Is that an invitation?"
All Ville could do was nod as Bam snaked a callused hand along the hem of his pants, another gasp falling from his lips as he once more bucked his hips upwards to meet the skater's needy touch.
Ville wrapped his arms around Bam's back, slipping beneath the fabric of his shirt and scraping his nails along the skater's spine. He tugged at the hem, and surprisingly, Bam raised his arms, allowing Ville to rip it off him.
Bam's eyes found Ville's, as he once again dug his hips into the man beneath him. "Bam…Bam please." Ville whispered, lifting his body, trying desperately to bring them closer.
The skater leaned forward, running his tongue along Ville's earlobe. "Please what, Ville?" he said darkly, thrusting his tongue into the vampire's ear.
"Please, Bam, fuck me." He felt the skater shudder above him, felt his body tense.
Then the warmth was gone from his ear, and Bam's head was moving down his body, the skater's nails scraping along his pale flesh. Ville writhed under his touch, hips leaving the floor when Bam's hand grazed over his very prominent arousal. Skintight leather left nothing to the imagination.
Ville let out a low hiss when Bam ripped the zipper down, yanking the pants off his body in one harsh movement. The vampire let out a yelp when the fabric left his skin, it stung, nearly bringing tears to his eyes.
"B-Bam?" He asked softly, gaze locking onto Bam.
The skater stared, openly, and without shame. The creature beneath him was nothing short of stunning. A dark beauty, overly confident and demanding, yet here he was, sprawled helpless and vulnerable under Bam.
Tearing his eyes away from Ville, Bam glanced up at his face, fiery blue meeting inquisitive green. Bam was literally speechless.
A hint of a smirk crossed the vampire's lips, a ghost of his old self showing through.
"Like what you see?"
Rather than the laugh Ville was expecting, a deep scowl crossed Bam's face. Sharp blue eyes grew cold as Bam gripped the vampire's shoulders tightly between clutched hands, his face moving dangerously close to Ville's. "Has it ever mattered what I like?" he growled.
The confidence fell from Ville's face as Bam roughly jerked his body from the ground, strong hands never leaving his shoulders. Ville struggled to get his feet under him again, but Bam's movements were too fast for him to predict.
With one arm still on Ville's shoulder, Bam brought a quick hand down to his own belt buckle, effortlessly unclasping it and sliding the thin piece of leather from his waist.
His jeans crumpled to the floor almost instantaneously, and Ville gasped as Bam pressed his chest into his back. The skater's obvious erection dug painfully into the small of Ville's back, but when the vampire turned around to say something he was silenced with a swift smack to the cheek. Fear clouded over Ville's senses as he drew in a shuddering breath, Bam's hand slinking upwards to clasp the front of Ville's neck, pulling it back slightly.
Ville twisted around, trying to meet Bam's eyes. The skater's grasp on his neck tightened, jerking his head forward painfully.
"Not now," Bam laughed harshly. "Face forward."
The vampire obliged, if only out of fear. Bam's other hand moved to wrap itself around his abdomen, firmly holding Ville in place and preventing any means of escape he could think of. Ville risked shifting his hand backwards, running it up Bam's thigh but stopping teasingly when it touched his boxers.
"Playing games now, are we?" Bam chuckled darkly, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of Ville's stomach. "If that's how you want it..."
He let the threat dangle menacingly, Ville's thoughts running rampant as a million different outcomes filtered through his mind. His hand froze on Bam's thigh. The skater's hand left his torso and he heard a rustle of clothing.
The vampire spoke in a calm voice, the exact opposite of what he was feeling inside. "I thought it didn't matter what I wanted?"
Not fooled for a second, Bam's hands were once again around Ville's thin waist, pulling the vampire back against his chest. Yep, the boxers were most definitely gone.
Ville let out a hiss as he felt Bam's erection naked against his back, pressed flush to his spine as the skater leaned in. Trailing his fingers teasingly lower and lower on Ville's abdomen, Bam whispered in his ear tauntingly.
"Oh, don't worry, you cocky bastard, it doesn't in the slightest." Ville moaned when Bam dragged his nails mercilessly up his smooth chest, grazing his nipples, coming to rest on his shoulder, rubbing slow circles into the sensitive flesh of the vampire's neck.
"You thought you were the master…" Bam breathed into Ville's ear, feeling him tense under his fingers.
Ville found himself shaking slightly, the tone of the skater's voice sparking a wild, thrilling fear in him. Before he could think any further, the nails on his shoulders dug in, violently pushing him down to the floor, his knees buckling; colliding with the carpet.
"Now you're down on your knees." Bam whispered, causing Ville to tremble.
Ville turned his head sharply to the side, an arrogant grin plastered accross his face. He peered up at Bam through hooded eyes, green orbs clouded over with hidden lust. "Is that the way you like it?"
Bam answered his question with a confident one his own, "You wanna' see how I really like it?"
He didn't give the vampire a chance to respond before tangling one hand in Ville's hair, snapping his neck backwards as he buried his knee deep in the other man's back, bending him at an impossible angle. Ville grunted at the sudden movement, one hand flying up to clasp around Bam's wrist as he tried to tug his hair free. He was sure that in any moment Bam would snap him in half...and a part of him wouldn't have it any other way.
Bam twisted his hand suddenly, pulling out several strands of long brown hair. At Ville's strangled gasp, he whispered, almost mockingly, "How does that feel? Tell me, how does it feel to know that I can do whatever I want to you right now..."
The skater emphasized his point by shoving his knee forward sharply, a satisfied grin crossing his face as Ville grimaced in pain. The vampire didn't answer, he only sat there; his green eyes staring up at blue, anger and attraction rivaling Bam's. Ville's breaths came in short pants as he reached up a tentative hand, for the first time in his life completely unsure of his actions, and dug his nails into the soft flesh of Bam's thigh.
Bam shot back suddenly, a thin line of blood running from his leg from Ville's claw marks. He saw the vampire's eyes peering hungrily at the dripping crimson fluid, and an idea sparked into his head.
"So it's blood you want?" he laughed, a snarl curling on his lips. Ville couldn't help the desperate nod that shook his head, his eyes locked on Bam's legs as his tongue ran along dry, cracked lips. "Then it's blood you'll get."
Ville didn't know what to say, his mind was blank as he saw a look in Bam's eyes that he had never encountered before. It was a strange mix of understanding and vindictiveness, a look that scared the shit out of Ville. Bam walked a slow, taunting circle around the kneeling vampire; his eyes traveling up and down pale, naked flesh as hungrily as Ville eyed his own. He watched, stunned, as Bam lifted one fist high into the air. Unconsciously the vampire flinched back, his eyes scrunching closed as he awaited the inevitable blow.
But it never came.
Instead there was the sound of shattering glass. Ville opened his eyes to see shards of the wall-length mirror raining down upon the already destroyed dresser, the glass glittering in the dim light of the hotel and casting eerie shadows accross Bam's face. Blood was dripping freely from the skater's knuckles, large gobs of it splattering to the floor with deafening thuds. Ville willed himself to remain still, tried to prevent his body from jumping forward and lapping at the blood like a dog. Once again, his tongue darted out to wet his lips.
Bam clasped a particularly large piece of glass in his hand, not caring that its ragged edges were digging into the sensitive skin of his palm. He turned around again, slowly, and held the shard admiringly. Bam's eyes seemed to glow with ethereal light as they darted between the broken glass and Ville's still form. A wicked smile fell over his lips.
"Think of it as chains of affection," Bam spoke softly, darkly, as he took a maddening step forward. Ville felt his breath hitch in his throat as the skater kneeled down in front of him, bringing the shard close to the vampire's chest but not pressing down. Locking gazes with Bam, Ville stared wild-eyed at the skater, unsure of his intentions.
He let the shard rest there for the longest time, digging into Ville's flesh but drawing no blood. Without warning, Bam flicked his wrist downwards, the glass cutting into Ville's skin as he drew in a shuddering breath. He dragged the shard in a lazy circle around the vampire's pert nipple, pausing, before swiftly snapping down to curve around Ville's hipbone.
Ville threw his head back as a scream tore it's way from his throat. Tears sprung to his eyes as blood began dripping from the two shallow cuts. Bam's eyes glittered fiercely, watching Ville, pausing in his movements. Silence rang through the room as Ville slowly returned his head to face Bam, breaths coming in short gasps. He reached out a shaking hand, touching the skater's face lightly. Bam allowed it; Ville's stare was so intense.
"I see Hell in your eyes, Bam…" he breathed, every word full of lust and a deep rooted fear as they knelt there, the glass cutting deeper into Bam's palm. Without warning, he flicked it out against Ville's lower stomach, and the vampire whimpered, crystal tears falling as his hand dropped to his side. His eyes closed as the tears ran down his cheeks, head falling forward, his chin almost touching his chest as a small dry sob left his lips.
"Does it hurt, Ville?" Bam asked, once more pausing in his actions. Ville slowly raised his head. His eyes were wet and scared. He nodded.
"Good."
The shard clattered the ground soundlessly then, Bam releasing his grasp on it only to bring his hand up to rest upon Ville's heaving chest. He ran his padded thumb along the shallow cuts he had just created, marveling at his own artwork. Fingers danced along pale, bloodied flesh, until they came across one of the deeper wounds on Ville's stomach. With a grin on his face, lips curling up in a slight snarl, he viciously jammed his index finger into the cut.
An animalistic growl fell from Ville's throat as he threw his head backwards, his eyes scrunching shut as Bam drew his hands away, his fingers now coated in thick blood. When Ville opened is eyes again, he saw the last thing he ever expected...
Bam placed his fingers in his mouth, supple lips wrapping sensually around the digits and lapping up every last drop of the wonderful liquid.
Ville watched, as Bam moaned at the taste of Ville's blood on his tongue. The sight was so erotic the vampire let out a moan of his own. Bam's eyes flickered open at the sound. A drop of blood was on his lower lip, and Ville licked his.
Ville whimpered loudly when Bam flicked his tongue against the cut around his nipple. "Bam, please stop…" he cried out as the skater's tongue went deeper. "Stop...please…I'm begging you, Bammi...please…I need you too fucking much."
Bam paused in his actions and peered up at the vampire, his eyes clouded with lust and a thin line of blood tracing a line down his chin. Ville didn't have time to blink before the skater's lips crashed into his own, the force strong enough to cause Ville to stumble backwards, landing on his back with Bam sitting heavily on his chest. Bam's tongue slipped into his mouth, the mingling taste of blood and saliva driving Ville over the edge.
"Bammi please, fuck me."
He reached out a tentative, shaking hand and ran it along Bam's side, clutching at the flesh there and drawing their bodies together. Razorblade hips arched off the ground as the skater's erection pressed stiffly into Ville's thigh, a guttural moan spilling from the vampire's lips. Warm lips latched onto Ville's neck, nipping and biting a line along the vein as skilled hands slipped farther down milky skin.
"Are you begging me, Ville?" Bam's voice could be heard as he shifted behind the vampire, kissing lightly at the base of his skull, running a bloody finger down Ville's spine.
"Yes." Ville whispered, shuddering at the touch. An unexpected shove met Ville's shoulders, the vampire letting out a yelp of surprise as his hands met the floor, now on all fours.
Ville didn't move. He couldn't see or hear Bam, and right now, that scared him.
"…Bam?" he asked softly. He was trembling. With fear or anticipation, he wasn't sure.
"If you want to beg, do it right." The skater's response came strangely soft. Ville sensed him moving; gasped when he felt his length against his ass.
"I-I don't k-know how. I'm not accustomed to begging." Ville gasped out. He held himself back from thrusting backwards onto the skater.
"You will beg me, Ville."
Bam bent over then, one hand roughly shoving Ville's face into the rough carpeting. Ville could have sworn he hear a chuckle leave Bam's lips, but before he could question it he felt the skater's other hand trace a long finger down his spine, coming to a stop on Ville's tailbone. The movement was swift, a sharp gasp muffled by the carpeting as Bam slipped that same finger inside of him.
Ville's back arced, as he lifted his face from the carpet, his arms trembling. "Yes..." he hissed, still not daring to move. It took all his willpower not to scream for Bam to stop teasing him.
"What was that, Ville? You want more?" Bam said darkly, withdrawing his finger with a whimper of protest.
"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" Bam hissed, staring down at Ville's prone form. Ville shuddered, spreading his legs silently, hoping Bam would humor him.
"Yes," Ville whined, his face flushed as he hid it in the folds of the carpeting.
A growl left Bam's lips as he brought a swift hand back, slapping it roughly against the vampire's ass. "What are you going to do to make me?"
"Please, Bam," Ville whimpered. "I'm begging, okay?" He shifted slightly.
"I told you you'd beg me, in the end," Bam grunted confidently, his hand moving back to place. Ville let out a low moan as the skater roughly shoved two fingers deep inside of him, not giving the vampire time to adjust before fiercely scissoring the digits.
"Goddammit Bam, I can't take much more of this," he cried, burying his face in the crook of his arm and biting down in order to stifle another moan. "I want...I want you to..."
"What did I say earlier?" Bam tsked. "This isn't about what you want."
Ville forced himself to nod, knowing that words would get him nowhere. Tears of frustration sprang to his eyes as he realized that Bam wasn't going to end this torture. Ready to open his mouth, to beg a final time, he paused when he felt Bam's callused fingers dance along his hips, gripping his thin flesh before sharply pulling Ville's entire body backwards, slamming into the vampire.
"Oh...B-Bam--" Ville screamed, the pain of getting what he'd so desperately begged for ripping through his body.
Ville's nails dug into the carpet as he felt the skater bury himself to the hilt, tearing his flesh. The pain burned, made him feel as if his whole body was on fire. Bam leaned forward, resting his chest atop Ville's spine as hands snaked from his hips to his chest, sliding down the vampire's trembling forearms to entangle his fingers with Ville's, pinning his hands to the floor.
"How does it feel, Ville?" Bam moaned, the vampire's tight heat gripping him in the most sensual way. He'd imagined what it would be like to take Ville as his own, but never had he thought it'd be like this. The vampire had never let him think, never let him do what he wanted. It was always all Ville.
The skater got no answer, but his eyes didn't miss the tear that fell from the body beneath him, landing on intertwined hands. Ville felt Bam shift slightly behind him, his hips rocking roughly forward before pulling out just as harshly, only to repeat the process over again.
Ville couldn't resist reaching a cold, pale hand up slowly, trailing it along the base of his own stomach until it came in contact with his aching erection. Just as he scrunched his eyes closed and began stroking heatedly, Bam's hands clasped his wrists and yanked them away.
"You don't deserve that," he snapped angrily, his nails digging into the flesh of Ville's wrists as he once more slammed into him, this time harder than before. A pained whimper fell from Ville's lips as Bam denied him what he desperately needed. Bam held the Ville's hands tightly within his own as he continued to mercilessly pound into the vampire.
"P-Please Bam, I...I need this," Ville panted, his hands gripping Bam's tightly. He felt like he was going to explode at any minute.
"You're going to have to do better than that," came the grunted reply, Bam not really caring for anything besides the intense pleasure coursing through his veins.
"Please," he begged once more, his voice strained with tears. Bam's grip tightened on his hands as he pushed forward roughly, emphasizing his earlier point. Drawing in a shuddering breath, Ville tried again, saying something he thought he'd never say. But he was desperate. "B-Bam, I want you...I want you to make me your bitch."
Ville didn't have to turn around to know that Bam was smirking again. "I can't turn you into something you already are."
The vampire moaned into the carpet, fresh tears springing to his eyes as he cried out in frustration. He needed this. He needed this so bad and Bam was denying him. Suddenly Bam gasped, arching his back as he thrust as deep as he could; a deep, throaty moan falling from Ville's lips as the skater hit that special spot inside of him.
Bam's hand snaked along Ville's arm, nails digging into sensitive flesh and peeling away thin layers of dead skin. The nails dug in deeper as the hand reached his back, five, jagged lines spilling rivulets of blood along his spine.
Ville couldn't deny that the pain was throwing him over the edge, and without thinking he once more reached a tentative hand down and began stroking himself. He couldn't in a million years have predicted Bam's reaction to that.
Ville let out a scream of pain as Bam's hands returned to his back, this time clawing at the already bleeding wounds. Thick, callused fingers dug themselves into the open sores, prying them open further and releasing a thick pool of blood. He dragged his fingers horizontally, splitting the cuts into thick, bloody breaks in the vampire's skin. An angry, deafening growl filled the room, causing Ville to jump, "Did I give you permission to do that?"
"Stop Bam!" Ville cried, his back stiffening with intense pain. Bam continued to slam into him as he pounded an angry fist down upon the vampire's back, a hollow thud reaching his ears as an ugly bruise began to form beneath his fist.
"Answer my question, dammit," he growled, gripping Ville's hips roughly in his hands and dragging himself in deeper.
"N-No!" Ville shouted in desperation, hoping the answer would be enough.
Suddenly the door sprang open, and a puffing, red with anger Linde came storming in.
He spoke, back still facing the two pairs of eyes as he shut the door. "If you two are fighting again I'll kick both your asses. I had to carry ALL THE FUCKING SHIT UP HERE AND--" Ville froze, a whimper escaping his lips as he blushed furiously, Linde turning around at the noise, his eyes falling on the scene in front of him.
Bam continued pounding into Ville, locking gazes with Linde, as if he were daring him to say anything. Ville let out a moan despite Linde's presence, his back arching as Bam slammed into him again, blood dripping from the various marks on the vampires back, running down his forearms as he held himself up.
His head dropped, a pitiful whine escaping his lips as Bam dragged his hand down over the marks on his back, the skater's eyes never leaving Linde. Even if Ville had begged the blonde to help him, the look on Bam's face would've stopped him in the first step he took. But Linde made no move to help Ville.
Jaw hitting the floor, Linde turned on his heel and exited the room as quickly as he'd come in. Raising his head, a look of utter shock came onto Ville's features as he realized Linde had left him there.
"Linde's not going to save you this time." Bam whispered mockingly.
"Bammi please…I…I hurt…so much." Ville whimpered, his thin frame shaking. He got no response from the skater, but felt his pace pick up, driving harder and more erratic into his battered body. He felt him tense, a low moan ripping its way through the younger man's lungs as he fucked the vampire into the floor.
"Isn't this what you wanted?" Bam gasped, hitting that spot again inside Ville, making him groan, and thrust back onto the skater, not caring if he was hurt for it. "Isn't this what you begged me for, Ville?" he said softly, the first somewhat gentle word that had left his mouth, still harsh, but the mockery was gone now.
Ville was silent, thrusting back onto him at an uneven pace, striving to get some form of relief from the burning pain he was in. "Oh…oh...B-Bam..." Ville whimpered as felt Bam tense, then spasm as white hot liquid was released deep within him, the skater collapsing onto Ville's back.
Suddenly, Bam withdrew himself from the trembling vampire, and, breathing heavily yanked him by the shoulders and flipped him over.
Pained, beautifully hurt eyes looked at Bam sadly. "B-Bam p-please--" Ville began, but the skater cut him off by a soft kiss to the lips. He pulled away quickly, and looked into the vampire's face. His eyes were still closed, tears leaking out beneath the lids, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
"Look at me, Ville," Bam commanded. But Ville didn't listen. His eyes snapped open as he felt a warm hand circle his pulsing erection, shooting to Bam.
"D-don't," Ville whispered.
"Don't what?" Bam asked, looking honestly confused.
"Don't hurt me anymore."
"Do you still love me, even after what I just did to you?" Bam asked softly, letting go of Ville to tip his chin up, forcing him to look the skater in the eyes.
"Yes." Ville whispered, a single tear escaping his jade orbs. "…and yet I hate you."
Bam smiled softly, leaning into the vampire's ear. Ville flinched.
"Then I suppose I made my point, Ville." Bam whispered.
"I let you break me, Bam." Ville panted, the slightest bit of confidence coming back to his deep eyes.
"That leaves room for this, then," Bam smiled, his lips once more catching the vampire's in a heated kiss. Before Ville could protest, a warm hand wrapped itself around his length, squeezing and pumping slightly as the vampire's hips arched off the ground and into his welcoming touch.
Ville gasped, the sensation quickly becoming too much for him. He tangled a shaking hand in Bam's hair, tugging lightly at the curling brown strands as Bam continued his administrations. Bam's lips latched onto his neck, a warm tongue trailing a path along the deep bruises forming there. Ville didn't know how much longer he would last. After what just happened...he felt himself giving in to desire.
Bam flicked a skilled thumb over the head of Ville's shaft, a satisfied grin molding into Ville's neck as the vampire let out a low moan. There was no way he was going to last, he could already feel himself building dangerously close to his peek. Sharp nails dug themselves involuntarily into Bam's back as Ville clenched his eyes closed, panted breaths scorching his lungs.
"You like that?" Bam whispered huskily, nibbling slightly on Ville's earlobe. All the vampire could do was nod as he felt his toes curl up, his hips once more arching heavenward as a strangled cry tore itself from his battered lips. Bam ran a tender, shuddering nail along the thick vein running along Ville's cock, grinning as he gained another lustful moan from the vampire.
It was over far too quickly as Ville let out another scream, heated embarrassment flushing his cheeks a violent shade of crimson as he came, hard, into Bam's hand. Ville had never felt closer to God than in that one moment.
Ville's body fell limp to the floor, riding out the last waves of his orgasm as Bam sprawled out on top of him, a pleased smile on his face. Both of their breaths were coming in sharp gasps, but Ville took steady care to match his breathing to Bam's.
They sat there, entangled upon the blood-littered carpet, sweat slicked skin melding them together. As their heartbeats fell back into place and silence once more reigned, Bam shifted his eyes upwards and gave the vampire a childish grin.
"So where are we going?" he finally asked, blue eyes sparkling with mirth.
Ville peeled his eyes open for the briefest of moments, only to grunt a simple response before closing them again. "South."
"How far south?" Bam asked, amusement in his eyes, as Ville grew more annoyed.
Ville's mouth curled into a skeletal smirk, "New Orleans."
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That was a bitch to post, let me tell you...
Well there you go, folks. An uber long chapter to feed your late-night cravings. I want to take this chance to say that school is starting soon, so updates will slow down some as our time is restricted. However, the chapters will be much longer and worth your time, much like this one.
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Author: 616hasgotaname and irena_aneri
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
Links behind the cut.
WARNING: This chapter is looooooong. So long in fact, that it had to be split into two sepearte parts. It contains everything from pointless humour, rough sex, and bloodplay. You have been warned.
Chapter Eighteen Part II
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"Ville, I'm bored." Bam whined. And it was a fairly earned whine.
It had been four hours since they'd set out, and the novelty of flicking the radio on and catching Linde singing songs such as Madonna's 'Like A Virgin" and Michael Jackson's 'Thriller' had worn off after the blonde had kept up a stubborn silence.
"Don't start Bam." Ville said, not taking his eyes off the road. They were glazed, as if he wasn't really seeing the road ahead of him.
But Bam would not stand for this.
"Don't treat me like a kid." He grumbled, not caring how stupid he sounded. His body ached and his mind felt shriveled from lack of a distraction. He desperately needed something to do.
Ville tore his eyes from the blue beater in front of them to glare at Bam. "Then don't act like one." He commented snidely. The bore of driving was wearing on him too. The purr of Tinkerbelle didn't bring him as much joy as he'd wished, the reason they were driving was ruining it for him, and it annoyed him to no end.
"But I'm bored." Bam pouted, fidgeting in his seat, looking around the car for something, anything, to distract him. His eyes landed once again on Ville's delicate hand, having had to let go of it so Ville could drive more easily. 'Fine, if you won't find something to entertain me, I'll do it myself.' Bam thought.
'Be my guest.' Came the bored response.
Sighing, Bam flicked on the radio once more. "Yo, Linde, you there?" he asked, hoping to catch him singing again.
"Nope." Linde said, the embarrassment still coloring his voice.
"Ugh, fine." Bam muttered. Repeatedly hitting his head against the leather seat, Bam glanced over at the vampire, an idea coming to him.
'Ville?' He asked in his mind.
'…what?' Ville's clearly dull and glazed voice came resounding through his thoughts.
'That thing you were doing with the stick shift earlier…' Bam trailed off innocently, placing a hesitant hand on the vampire's thigh.
'I wasn't doing anything with it, Bam.' His voice was unfazed by Bam's gentle touch. Annoyed, the skater dragged his hand upwards, trailing his fingers along Ville's inner thigh. 'You sure about that, Ville?' Bam thought suggestively, as he began massaging small circles into the sensitive flesh, digits moving steadily upward.
Ville gasped, his cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink as he glared over at Bam. Bam grinned cheekily, and ran one finger down the zipper of Ville's hideously tight pants. Ville hissed softly.
'Ville, you look so good in leather.'
Ville smirked. 'I know.'
Bam snorted out loud. 'Cocky bastard,' He thought, taking a breath and pressing down gently over Ville's zipper.
'Damn straight.'
"Oh.." a low whimper escaped from Ville's lips then, "Bam please..." he breathed, turning to look at him while at the same time swatting the skater's hands away.
"If you two are going to do that, I'd appreciate it if you had the decency to shut off the radio." Linde's annoyed voice broke through the speakers.
"Fine, your loss, Barbie." Bam said quickly, flicking the switch on the ancient radio to off, cutting Linde's indignant cursing to silence.
He turned a heated gaze onto Ville, who was taking deep breaths, keeping a determined gaze on the road.
"Bam, I'm driving." He whispered, glancing quickly over at him.
"So? You said you were a good driver." He unbuckled his seat belt, sliding across the leather until he was laying down, his head in Ville's lap. "Prove it."
"Bam, d-don't--" Ville stammered, when he felt Bam place light kisses along the inside of his thigh. "Not safe for you."
"But I'm bored, Ville. And you said I could entertain myself." Nudging the very obvious swell in the vampire's pants with his cheek.
Ville was having a hard time concentrating. How could he want to be like this after what I did? Kept repeating through his mind. His mouth fell open when Bam's fingers undid his zipper fractionally, before he could say anything to object. His knuckles were an impossible shade of white on the steering wheel, whole body tense as he silently wish for Bam to not undo his pants fully; they'd certainly get into a car crash.
Bam stared at the bottom point of Ville's tattoo. He was itching to trace his tongue along those intricate lines, to feel the vampire's smooth skin against his lips. "Ville, I want you." He said quietly, touching the tip of his tongue to the point, licking a slow path up and around the curve.
"Bam, stop." Ville whispered, as desire coursed through his system. He promised himself that he wouldn't hurt the boy again. And he wouldn't. The feeling of love scared him, and now that Bam knew…
"Stop!" Ville begged, the sensations Bam was causing him to feel were beginning to become too much. But Bam didn't listen, and began sucking on the tender flesh, pulling at his with his teeth, a hand coming around to slide up Ville's other thigh.
"Bam, sit the fuck up and put your fucking seat belt on." Ville growled, swatting at the chocolate curls with his hand. Nobody touched him there. Ever.
Bam shot up suddenly, his arms crossed firmly over his chest. He waited for the vampire to catch his breath before growling, "What the fuck is your problem? You fucking rape me and then tell me you love me, yet you won't let me fucking kiss you?"
Ville audibly gulped, his eyes slipping closed as his mouth hung open slightly. Words escaped him for a moment as he tried to think of something to say. "Bam, I...it's not like that--"
"Dude, what the fuck ever, don't talk to me." Shifting slightly, Bam went back to staring out the window, a heated silence filling the space between them.
Beside him, Ville straightened his posture and tried to focus on the road ahead of him. He could tell that Bam was pissed, but he couldn't think of anything to make up for his actions. Bam didn't need to know certain things...
They drove for another two hours, speeding down the highway in silence. As Ville pulled the car off onto I-40 West, he glanced over and noticed that Bam was fast asleep--his frame leaning against the door and his arms still crossed defensively. He fought back the urge to wipe the hair from Bam's eyes, instead focusing on where he was going. If they didn't stop soon, they would be stuck out in the sun. And nobody wanted that.
"All of these damned signs look the same," he grumbled, watching the overpass signs whiz past him before he really got the chance to read them. He knew that they were somewhere in Tennessee, the large mountains covered in thick pine trees was evidence of that, but as far as where they were in the state, Ville was lost. Picking up the handle to the CB, he turned down the volume and asked, "Linde, tell me how to get to Knoxville from here."
"Knoxville? What for?" Came the static-studded response.
"The sun is going to rise soon, we need to pull over," Ville rolled his eyes. "Just give me directions, okay?"
There was a pause and the sound of a ruffling road map before Linde responded, "You're going to take Cumberland Avenue toward Downtown, the road will veer right onto West Cumberland, take that...then...turn left onto Henley Street. If this map is correct, that should take you right into the city."
"Thanks Linde," Ville grumbled, trying to remember the directions as he took the next exit off the interstate.
Bam moaned something in his sleep and rolled over as the car shifted gears into a much slower speed, his blue eyes opening lazily and peering up at Ville. When Ville noticed this, he cast the skater an apologetic smile; but Bam just grunted and rolled back over.
Outside the skater's window the world was passing by at a relatively mild speed, thousands of trees dying out and fading into suburban city life.
Finally, curiosity got the best of him and he asked, "Where the hell are we?"
"Just outside of Knoxville, we're pulling over for the night," Ville answered, all kindness now gone from his voice. If Bam was going to be a dick, well...two can play that game.
Bam didn't say anything after that, he just turned back over and continued to stare aimlessly out the window. As they got further into the city, Ville pulled the car into one of the many hotels that lined the boarder. Linde pulled in, none too silently, behind them, taking up an entire four parking spaces.
Ville climbed out of the car silently, stuffing the keys in his pocket before walking over to Chuck and pounding on the door. Moments later Linde opened up and hopped down, a tired look in his eyes as they walked to the back of the truck and began unloading certain items.
"Hey Bam, gonna' give us a hand back here?" Linde called, tossing a particularly large box on the ground.
Bam peeked his head out the car, still sitting safely within, and called, "What do you need my help for? You're both grown men, take care of it yourself."
He heard Ville grunt something unintelligible before finally appearing around the back of the truck. "Listen you," he growled. "We brought you along for the ride, the least you can do is help out."
"I don't see anything back there that belongs to me," Bam smirked quickly, but still he opened the door and climbed out. He quickly felt the change in elevation from his home in Pennsylvania, the air was much thinner here--almost nonexistent. As he walked along the side of the massive truck, a grin spread over his face and an idea popped into his head. He saw Ville struggling with a particularly large box and offered out his hand, "Need some help with that?"
Ville must have missed the devilish grin on Bam's face, because he simply nodded and allowed Bam to take the other half. They didn't get two steps from the truck before Bam let out a sarcastic 'oops' and dropped his end of the box, the large crate dipping suddenly and colliding with Ville's foot.
"Sorry bro, must've slipped," Bam laughed around the vampire's shouted curses.
Ville threw his end of the box to the floor, his hands gripped angrily at his sides. Without warning, the vampire lunged, outstretched arms grabbing for Bam's neck. The skater jumped back a foot, but not far enough. Ville's body smashed into his own, causing them both to tumble to the pavement. Punches were thrown, feet were kicked, Ville viciously wrenched at Bam's hair; but no real damage was caused. Before they could really tear into eachother, Ville felt a strong pair of hands on his back as he was violently pulled off the skater.
"Play nice, children," Linde scolded slightly, holding Ville back as he made another attempt to get at Bam. "I'm not getting all of this shit by myself, so unless you guys help out you can sleep out here tonight."
"Whatever, dad," Bam pouted, dusting off his clothes as he peeled himself from the parking lot. He shot Ville a glare that clearly said 'this isn't over' before walking back around the truck. Ville hefted the box back up and stalked off towards one of the many hotel doors, not bothering to offer a retort. "Are you guys even paying for this room?"
Linde shoved a box in Bam's hands before answering, "Someday you'll learn that everything in life is free--you just need to know how to ask for it."
The words of wisdom flew right over Bam's head as he replied with, "So that's a 'no'?"
The blonde didn't say anything, instead he just shook his head and moved further into the bed of the truck. Turning on his heel, Bam followed the path that Ville had taken to a room labeled '616'.
It was a small suite on the first floor, furnished only with a king-sized bed and a large dresser. Toward the back wall there was a small half-bath and a vanity, dingy yellow lighting shinning down from a fly-infested ceiling light. As Bam walked through the door, he spotted Ville laying leisurely accross the bed, one arm tucked beneath his neck and his legs outstretched and crossed atop the freshly made blankets. In his free hand sat an open book, his green eyes scanning over the words languidly.
"Aren't you going to help?" Bam grumbled, dropping the box by the door. Why they needed to unpack all of this junk was beyond him, but he wasn't about to complain.
Ville brought a lazy gaze to the skater, taking him in with half-lidded, indignant eyes. "I drove all the way here; my job's done."
"Bullshit, if I have to carry in boxes of garbage that don't even belong to me, then you can at least prance your royal ass out there and help," Bam growled, hands resting on his hips offensively.
"And what if I say no?" Ville was obviously trying to appear bored, but it only served to piss Bam off further.
He stomped over to the bed and ripped the book from the vampire's grasp, the pages fraying as he threw it accross the room. "Get your ass up, now."
Same bored expression on his face, Ville swung his legs over the side of the bed, standing to his full height before the skater. With his head tilted slightly to the side and the slightest of smiles playing on his lips, he whispered, "Who are you to order me around?"
Ville took a possessive step forward, eyes darkening with satisfaction when Bam stepped back. "Linde's not going to save you this time."
Suddenly Ville was on him, strong hands shoving Bam into the adjacent wall and pinning him in place. He struggled, trying fruitlessly to wiggle his way out of the vampire's grasp. In one desperate move he brought up his knee, jamming it right between Ville's legs.
Ville doubled over, panting, and let out a low moan of pain. When he finally brought his eyes back up to Bam's, the skater growled, "So it's a fight you want? Then you'll get it."
Before either of them could blink, Bam jumped forward, his fist colliding with Ville's jaw and sending the vampire stumbling backwards. He regained his composure, though, and quickly lunged for Bam's legs. They fell to the floor in a tangled mess, Bam tossing out wide-range punches to Ville's chest and arms while Ville clawed and hammered his fists into Bam's stomach. One spidery elbow jutted forward, knocking Bam's jaw sharply to the left and skimming past his nose by mere centimeters.
He shoved his hand into Ville's face, using the vampire as leverage to push himself up. With Ville still on the ground, Bam drew back a foot and landed a well-placed kick to the vampire's abdomen. Ville sputtered, forearms curling underneath his body as he stood on shaking legs. The skater went in for another wide punch, his arm swinging out from the side and narrowly missing Ville's head. In his distraction, Ville took the opportunity to land a punch at Bam's face. The skater's head shot backwards, a thin line of blood running from his nose.
When his head snapped forward again, there was nothing but pure rage in Bam's eyes. He jumped at Ville, but the vampire grabbed hold of his collar and used Bam's own momentum to get him pinned back against the wall, both their breaths coming in short pants as they fiercely glared at eachother. Ville leaned in, his face inches away from Bam's, and whispered, "I think I have you pegged, dear boy."
Bam growled something under his breath, his eyes darkening as he placed two strong arms on either side of Ville's shoulders. The vampire's confidence faltered as Bam roughly shoved him backwards, reversing the roles and pinning Ville against the wall in his place. "Can you be so sure about that?"
Ville's demeanor seemed to change just then, the anger melting from his eyes as they clouded over with some unknown emotion. His grip slacked slightly as Ville panted, a crooked grin growing on the vampire's face. He brought up a shaking hand to wipe at the small trail of blood on his chin.
His eyes closed, Ville leaned into Bam's ear, breathing heavy, and said, "You have no idea how hot you are right now." Bam swallowed, leaning back to glare at Ville.
"Nobody ever hits me back," Ville said in the same throaty voice. But Bam wasn't letting him off the hook so easily, he was still pissed. Snaking his hand up to Ville's creamy neck, he gripped it firmly, a look of shock in Ville's eyes.
Bam smacked the vampire, hard, across the face, earning a yelp of surprise. Bam gave a satisfied smirk as he saw Ville's eyes fill with tears, a shaking palm involuntarily going to his cheek, still breathing heavily.
"I'm not a nobody," Bam said darkly, hand still at the vampire's throat, waiting for Ville to strike at him again. Instead, Ville shot his hand to Bam's wrist, encircling it with his shaking fingers. Bam didn't move; but the look in Ville's eyes was not one of anger. Ville pulled weakly at Bam's hand, but Bam didn't move. Ville whimpered.
"Bam, let go, you're hurting me."
"So?"
"But…I thought you loved me too," Ville whispered, head hanging down, body going limp under Bam's grasp.
Bam's eyes grew wide in shock as he realized what Ville had said. He swallowed once in an attempt to calm his breathing, crystal blue eyes clouded over with exhilaration. As he peered up at the vampire, one question fell from his lips, "What did you just say?"
"You heard me," Ville's mumbled answer came, his head not moving, not meeting Bam's gaze.
Bam's grasp on the vampires throat released, cupping his chin and tilting his head back, tear filled green eyes sparkling. He'd never seen him more beautiful nor more vulnerable than at that moment.
"Oh, but I do love you, Ville."
The skater drew back, looking into Ville's eyes, tenderly wiping away a stray tear. He brought his face closer to Bam's, their noses ghosting over eachother in a slight butterfly kiss. But then, Bam leaned in, whispering in Ville's ear words that made him shudder.
"But you will wish you'd never met me by the time I'm done with you."
Suddenly Bam pounced forward, his lips capturing Ville's in a devouring kiss. He let his grip slide as he tangled a muscular hand in curling brown hair, Ville's hands quickly shooting forward to run along Bam's heaving chest. His face moved to bury itself in the crook of Bam's neck as the skater's hand moved down his back, hungry fingers tugging at the fabric of Ville's shirt, clawing at the thin material.
When Ville bit down slightly, Bam's hand once more tangled in his hair; wrenching his head backwards and slamming it into the wall. "No biting," Bam warned possessively. Ville winced at the sudden pain, but it only served to turn him on more. With a fevered nod, he smashed his lips back into Bam's, wet tongues fighting for dominance as both men moaned at the other's touch. Ville clutched at Bam desperately, trying to bring them closer. He'd never felt the need for someone, for anything, so strong. Everything about this boy intoxicated him, he needed him like he needed blood.
Without warning, Bam hefted Ville's thin body off the ground, automatically the vampire's nimble legs wrapped securely around his waist. Bam's hand went to the back of Ville's neck, jerking it back slightly, exposing the beautiful length of pale flesh. Bam ran his tongue down Ville's throat, nipping every so often, none too gently, either.
The vampire gasped and arched his back forward as Bam swiftly turned around and threw him down on the low dresser, knocking the TV to the ground and pinning Ville to the polished wood. Ville whimpered as his body met the hard surface, pain flickering across his face, but he found no pity from Bam.
Hungry lips once more found their way to Ville's jaw line, trailing a sloppy kiss to his collarbone as skilled hands reached forward and toyed with his belt buckle. Ville moaned and arched his hips up into Bam's as the skater snaked his hand just beneath the tight leather of the vampire's pants.
The sight of Bam above him made Ville want to scream. "B-Bam I...I..." he tried to get out, his breathing coming in harsh gaps.
"Shut up for once in your life, Ville." Bam snarled, withdrawing his fingers from Ville's waistband, lacing his hands with the vampires and pinning them over his head, looking down at him with a strange look on his face. Was that fear in Ville's eyes? Ville opened his mouth to speak, but his swollen, plush lips were too much for Bam.
He leant down, capturing them with his own, climbing on to the dresser, his knees on either side of Ville's hips, straddling him. Ville writhed and moaned underneath him as Bam sucked his full lower lip into his mouth, biting down hard, then pulling away just as the vampire had opened his mouth for him. Bam pulled back slightly, to see the flushed face of his lover. Ville was breathing heavily, eyes closed, long raven lashes fluttering open as he tried to lift his head off the dresser, eyes begging.
"W-why did you s-stop?" he asked breathlessly, his abused mouth slightly open. Bam let go of his hands, placing one on Ville's shoulder, forcing his head down.
"Because this isn't about what you want, Ville." He breathed into his ear, hearing Ville let out a shuddering breath. Flicking a hot tongue just underneath the vampire's earlobe, a guttural moan left Bam's throat as he felt Ville's hips press into his thighs.
It was then that Ville went on the offensive, violently bucking his hips upwards and throwing Bam to the ground, his body landing on the carpeted floor with so much force that the skater could have sworn it shook the whole hotel. When Ville hopped from his spot on the dresser and landed atop of him, assuming he had won the upper hand, Bam growled and quickly flipped the vampire over. Ville gasped as Bam once again sent a hard slap flying at his face, connecting painfully with his jaw.
"Don't even think about trying a stunt like that again," he growled. Ville groaned as Bam wrapped his hand around the vampire's thin wrist, holding it firmly in place at his side. In one smooth motion he had the buttons of Ville's shirt strewn accross the floor, flushed skin peeking out from the now opened garment.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Ville." Bam hissed, slipping his hands underneath the small of Ville's back, wrenching his body into a sitting position, pausing briefly in the blur of movement to stare, transfixed at the vampire's beauty.
Then he was attacking him again, lips crushing together as he pushed Ville's shirt off his shoulder's, the vampire's slight weight settled in his lap. Bam slid a hand up Ville's chest, lightly grazing a pert nipple with his fingernails.
With a soft 'oh' Ville's mouth fell open, and Bam slipped his tongue inside, tasting him. Ville went weak in Bam's arms, the skater fully supporting him as he deepened the kiss.
Ville's hands were on Bam's chest, pushing slightly, causing a flustered Bam to break their kiss, and stared, raggedly breathing, into deep forest eyes.
"B-Bammi..." Ville whispered. "I l-love y-you," he breathed, Bam's heart melting as he pushed the vampire down, sitting on him.
"You're mine, Ville..." Bam whispered into his ear, trailing heated fingers down his lover's chest, agonizingly slow, to the point that Bam could hardly pin him down any longer Ville was writhing so badly. Ville sat up, Bam rolling off him to breathe. Regaining his wind, he rose suddenly, he once again threw Ville to the floor, the vampire's breath hitching in his throat from the sudden movement.
All Bam could see was Ville's eyes; glowing, hunter green, interested, lustful even. The vampire cast him a sideways glance, that knowing smirk he had, the wink of his eye. Bam's body was moving without him, and in the blur of flesh and sweat and blood he couldn't think, couldn't see.
He pulled himself off the flushed, panting body beneath him; puckered lips reaching out to meet his own. Ville stared back, chest rising rapidly as he struggled to take in oxygen. On instinct, Bam leaned down and whispered,
"I feel like destroying something beautiful."
He didn't need to look at Ville to see his reaction. He understood, he knew. Had he looked, however, he'd have seen the slight flicker of fear in his eyes.
"Then destroy me," Ville moaned, arching his hips upwards as Bam ran his knee along the vampire's inner thigh. "Trash me, bash me, throw me away," he panted, the leg slinking farther towards his crotch. "Fuck me."
Bam thrust his hips downward, eliciting a gasp from Ville's lips as warm fingers danced heatedly against his flesh. In one heated, breathy pant he whispered, "Is that an invitation?"
All Ville could do was nod as Bam snaked a callused hand along the hem of his pants, another gasp falling from his lips as he once more bucked his hips upwards to meet the skater's needy touch.
Ville wrapped his arms around Bam's back, slipping beneath the fabric of his shirt and scraping his nails along the skater's spine. He tugged at the hem, and surprisingly, Bam raised his arms, allowing Ville to rip it off him.
Bam's eyes found Ville's, as he once again dug his hips into the man beneath him. "Bam…Bam please." Ville whispered, lifting his body, trying desperately to bring them closer.
The skater leaned forward, running his tongue along Ville's earlobe. "Please what, Ville?" he said darkly, thrusting his tongue into the vampire's ear.
"Please, Bam, fuck me." He felt the skater shudder above him, felt his body tense.
Then the warmth was gone from his ear, and Bam's head was moving down his body, the skater's nails scraping along his pale flesh. Ville writhed under his touch, hips leaving the floor when Bam's hand grazed over his very prominent arousal. Skintight leather left nothing to the imagination.
Ville let out a low hiss when Bam ripped the zipper down, yanking the pants off his body in one harsh movement. The vampire let out a yelp when the fabric left his skin, it stung, nearly bringing tears to his eyes.
"B-Bam?" He asked softly, gaze locking onto Bam.
The skater stared, openly, and without shame. The creature beneath him was nothing short of stunning. A dark beauty, overly confident and demanding, yet here he was, sprawled helpless and vulnerable under Bam.
Tearing his eyes away from Ville, Bam glanced up at his face, fiery blue meeting inquisitive green. Bam was literally speechless.
A hint of a smirk crossed the vampire's lips, a ghost of his old self showing through.
"Like what you see?"
Rather than the laugh Ville was expecting, a deep scowl crossed Bam's face. Sharp blue eyes grew cold as Bam gripped the vampire's shoulders tightly between clutched hands, his face moving dangerously close to Ville's. "Has it ever mattered what I like?" he growled.
The confidence fell from Ville's face as Bam roughly jerked his body from the ground, strong hands never leaving his shoulders. Ville struggled to get his feet under him again, but Bam's movements were too fast for him to predict.
With one arm still on Ville's shoulder, Bam brought a quick hand down to his own belt buckle, effortlessly unclasping it and sliding the thin piece of leather from his waist.
His jeans crumpled to the floor almost instantaneously, and Ville gasped as Bam pressed his chest into his back. The skater's obvious erection dug painfully into the small of Ville's back, but when the vampire turned around to say something he was silenced with a swift smack to the cheek. Fear clouded over Ville's senses as he drew in a shuddering breath, Bam's hand slinking upwards to clasp the front of Ville's neck, pulling it back slightly.
Ville twisted around, trying to meet Bam's eyes. The skater's grasp on his neck tightened, jerking his head forward painfully.
"Not now," Bam laughed harshly. "Face forward."
The vampire obliged, if only out of fear. Bam's other hand moved to wrap itself around his abdomen, firmly holding Ville in place and preventing any means of escape he could think of. Ville risked shifting his hand backwards, running it up Bam's thigh but stopping teasingly when it touched his boxers.
"Playing games now, are we?" Bam chuckled darkly, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of Ville's stomach. "If that's how you want it..."
He let the threat dangle menacingly, Ville's thoughts running rampant as a million different outcomes filtered through his mind. His hand froze on Bam's thigh. The skater's hand left his torso and he heard a rustle of clothing.
The vampire spoke in a calm voice, the exact opposite of what he was feeling inside. "I thought it didn't matter what I wanted?"
Not fooled for a second, Bam's hands were once again around Ville's thin waist, pulling the vampire back against his chest. Yep, the boxers were most definitely gone.
Ville let out a hiss as he felt Bam's erection naked against his back, pressed flush to his spine as the skater leaned in. Trailing his fingers teasingly lower and lower on Ville's abdomen, Bam whispered in his ear tauntingly.
"Oh, don't worry, you cocky bastard, it doesn't in the slightest." Ville moaned when Bam dragged his nails mercilessly up his smooth chest, grazing his nipples, coming to rest on his shoulder, rubbing slow circles into the sensitive flesh of the vampire's neck.
"You thought you were the master…" Bam breathed into Ville's ear, feeling him tense under his fingers.
Ville found himself shaking slightly, the tone of the skater's voice sparking a wild, thrilling fear in him. Before he could think any further, the nails on his shoulders dug in, violently pushing him down to the floor, his knees buckling; colliding with the carpet.
"Now you're down on your knees." Bam whispered, causing Ville to tremble.
Ville turned his head sharply to the side, an arrogant grin plastered accross his face. He peered up at Bam through hooded eyes, green orbs clouded over with hidden lust. "Is that the way you like it?"
Bam answered his question with a confident one his own, "You wanna' see how I really like it?"
He didn't give the vampire a chance to respond before tangling one hand in Ville's hair, snapping his neck backwards as he buried his knee deep in the other man's back, bending him at an impossible angle. Ville grunted at the sudden movement, one hand flying up to clasp around Bam's wrist as he tried to tug his hair free. He was sure that in any moment Bam would snap him in half...and a part of him wouldn't have it any other way.
Bam twisted his hand suddenly, pulling out several strands of long brown hair. At Ville's strangled gasp, he whispered, almost mockingly, "How does that feel? Tell me, how does it feel to know that I can do whatever I want to you right now..."
The skater emphasized his point by shoving his knee forward sharply, a satisfied grin crossing his face as Ville grimaced in pain. The vampire didn't answer, he only sat there; his green eyes staring up at blue, anger and attraction rivaling Bam's. Ville's breaths came in short pants as he reached up a tentative hand, for the first time in his life completely unsure of his actions, and dug his nails into the soft flesh of Bam's thigh.
Bam shot back suddenly, a thin line of blood running from his leg from Ville's claw marks. He saw the vampire's eyes peering hungrily at the dripping crimson fluid, and an idea sparked into his head.
"So it's blood you want?" he laughed, a snarl curling on his lips. Ville couldn't help the desperate nod that shook his head, his eyes locked on Bam's legs as his tongue ran along dry, cracked lips. "Then it's blood you'll get."
Ville didn't know what to say, his mind was blank as he saw a look in Bam's eyes that he had never encountered before. It was a strange mix of understanding and vindictiveness, a look that scared the shit out of Ville. Bam walked a slow, taunting circle around the kneeling vampire; his eyes traveling up and down pale, naked flesh as hungrily as Ville eyed his own. He watched, stunned, as Bam lifted one fist high into the air. Unconsciously the vampire flinched back, his eyes scrunching closed as he awaited the inevitable blow.
But it never came.
Instead there was the sound of shattering glass. Ville opened his eyes to see shards of the wall-length mirror raining down upon the already destroyed dresser, the glass glittering in the dim light of the hotel and casting eerie shadows accross Bam's face. Blood was dripping freely from the skater's knuckles, large gobs of it splattering to the floor with deafening thuds. Ville willed himself to remain still, tried to prevent his body from jumping forward and lapping at the blood like a dog. Once again, his tongue darted out to wet his lips.
Bam clasped a particularly large piece of glass in his hand, not caring that its ragged edges were digging into the sensitive skin of his palm. He turned around again, slowly, and held the shard admiringly. Bam's eyes seemed to glow with ethereal light as they darted between the broken glass and Ville's still form. A wicked smile fell over his lips.
"Think of it as chains of affection," Bam spoke softly, darkly, as he took a maddening step forward. Ville felt his breath hitch in his throat as the skater kneeled down in front of him, bringing the shard close to the vampire's chest but not pressing down. Locking gazes with Bam, Ville stared wild-eyed at the skater, unsure of his intentions.
He let the shard rest there for the longest time, digging into Ville's flesh but drawing no blood. Without warning, Bam flicked his wrist downwards, the glass cutting into Ville's skin as he drew in a shuddering breath. He dragged the shard in a lazy circle around the vampire's pert nipple, pausing, before swiftly snapping down to curve around Ville's hipbone.
Ville threw his head back as a scream tore it's way from his throat. Tears sprung to his eyes as blood began dripping from the two shallow cuts. Bam's eyes glittered fiercely, watching Ville, pausing in his movements. Silence rang through the room as Ville slowly returned his head to face Bam, breaths coming in short gasps. He reached out a shaking hand, touching the skater's face lightly. Bam allowed it; Ville's stare was so intense.
"I see Hell in your eyes, Bam…" he breathed, every word full of lust and a deep rooted fear as they knelt there, the glass cutting deeper into Bam's palm. Without warning, he flicked it out against Ville's lower stomach, and the vampire whimpered, crystal tears falling as his hand dropped to his side. His eyes closed as the tears ran down his cheeks, head falling forward, his chin almost touching his chest as a small dry sob left his lips.
"Does it hurt, Ville?" Bam asked, once more pausing in his actions. Ville slowly raised his head. His eyes were wet and scared. He nodded.
"Good."
The shard clattered the ground soundlessly then, Bam releasing his grasp on it only to bring his hand up to rest upon Ville's heaving chest. He ran his padded thumb along the shallow cuts he had just created, marveling at his own artwork. Fingers danced along pale, bloodied flesh, until they came across one of the deeper wounds on Ville's stomach. With a grin on his face, lips curling up in a slight snarl, he viciously jammed his index finger into the cut.
An animalistic growl fell from Ville's throat as he threw his head backwards, his eyes scrunching shut as Bam drew his hands away, his fingers now coated in thick blood. When Ville opened is eyes again, he saw the last thing he ever expected...
Bam placed his fingers in his mouth, supple lips wrapping sensually around the digits and lapping up every last drop of the wonderful liquid.
Ville watched, as Bam moaned at the taste of Ville's blood on his tongue. The sight was so erotic the vampire let out a moan of his own. Bam's eyes flickered open at the sound. A drop of blood was on his lower lip, and Ville licked his.
Ville whimpered loudly when Bam flicked his tongue against the cut around his nipple. "Bam, please stop…" he cried out as the skater's tongue went deeper. "Stop...please…I'm begging you, Bammi...please…I need you too fucking much."
Bam paused in his actions and peered up at the vampire, his eyes clouded with lust and a thin line of blood tracing a line down his chin. Ville didn't have time to blink before the skater's lips crashed into his own, the force strong enough to cause Ville to stumble backwards, landing on his back with Bam sitting heavily on his chest. Bam's tongue slipped into his mouth, the mingling taste of blood and saliva driving Ville over the edge.
"Bammi please, fuck me."
He reached out a tentative, shaking hand and ran it along Bam's side, clutching at the flesh there and drawing their bodies together. Razorblade hips arched off the ground as the skater's erection pressed stiffly into Ville's thigh, a guttural moan spilling from the vampire's lips. Warm lips latched onto Ville's neck, nipping and biting a line along the vein as skilled hands slipped farther down milky skin.
"Are you begging me, Ville?" Bam's voice could be heard as he shifted behind the vampire, kissing lightly at the base of his skull, running a bloody finger down Ville's spine.
"Yes." Ville whispered, shuddering at the touch. An unexpected shove met Ville's shoulders, the vampire letting out a yelp of surprise as his hands met the floor, now on all fours.
Ville didn't move. He couldn't see or hear Bam, and right now, that scared him.
"…Bam?" he asked softly. He was trembling. With fear or anticipation, he wasn't sure.
"If you want to beg, do it right." The skater's response came strangely soft. Ville sensed him moving; gasped when he felt his length against his ass.
"I-I don't k-know how. I'm not accustomed to begging." Ville gasped out. He held himself back from thrusting backwards onto the skater.
"You will beg me, Ville."
Bam bent over then, one hand roughly shoving Ville's face into the rough carpeting. Ville could have sworn he hear a chuckle leave Bam's lips, but before he could question it he felt the skater's other hand trace a long finger down his spine, coming to a stop on Ville's tailbone. The movement was swift, a sharp gasp muffled by the carpeting as Bam slipped that same finger inside of him.
Ville's back arced, as he lifted his face from the carpet, his arms trembling. "Yes..." he hissed, still not daring to move. It took all his willpower not to scream for Bam to stop teasing him.
"What was that, Ville? You want more?" Bam said darkly, withdrawing his finger with a whimper of protest.
"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" Bam hissed, staring down at Ville's prone form. Ville shuddered, spreading his legs silently, hoping Bam would humor him.
"Yes," Ville whined, his face flushed as he hid it in the folds of the carpeting.
A growl left Bam's lips as he brought a swift hand back, slapping it roughly against the vampire's ass. "What are you going to do to make me?"
"Please, Bam," Ville whimpered. "I'm begging, okay?" He shifted slightly.
"I told you you'd beg me, in the end," Bam grunted confidently, his hand moving back to place. Ville let out a low moan as the skater roughly shoved two fingers deep inside of him, not giving the vampire time to adjust before fiercely scissoring the digits.
"Goddammit Bam, I can't take much more of this," he cried, burying his face in the crook of his arm and biting down in order to stifle another moan. "I want...I want you to..."
"What did I say earlier?" Bam tsked. "This isn't about what you want."
Ville forced himself to nod, knowing that words would get him nowhere. Tears of frustration sprang to his eyes as he realized that Bam wasn't going to end this torture. Ready to open his mouth, to beg a final time, he paused when he felt Bam's callused fingers dance along his hips, gripping his thin flesh before sharply pulling Ville's entire body backwards, slamming into the vampire.
"Oh...B-Bam--" Ville screamed, the pain of getting what he'd so desperately begged for ripping through his body.
Ville's nails dug into the carpet as he felt the skater bury himself to the hilt, tearing his flesh. The pain burned, made him feel as if his whole body was on fire. Bam leaned forward, resting his chest atop Ville's spine as hands snaked from his hips to his chest, sliding down the vampire's trembling forearms to entangle his fingers with Ville's, pinning his hands to the floor.
"How does it feel, Ville?" Bam moaned, the vampire's tight heat gripping him in the most sensual way. He'd imagined what it would be like to take Ville as his own, but never had he thought it'd be like this. The vampire had never let him think, never let him do what he wanted. It was always all Ville.
The skater got no answer, but his eyes didn't miss the tear that fell from the body beneath him, landing on intertwined hands. Ville felt Bam shift slightly behind him, his hips rocking roughly forward before pulling out just as harshly, only to repeat the process over again.
Ville couldn't resist reaching a cold, pale hand up slowly, trailing it along the base of his own stomach until it came in contact with his aching erection. Just as he scrunched his eyes closed and began stroking heatedly, Bam's hands clasped his wrists and yanked them away.
"You don't deserve that," he snapped angrily, his nails digging into the flesh of Ville's wrists as he once more slammed into him, this time harder than before. A pained whimper fell from Ville's lips as Bam denied him what he desperately needed. Bam held the Ville's hands tightly within his own as he continued to mercilessly pound into the vampire.
"P-Please Bam, I...I need this," Ville panted, his hands gripping Bam's tightly. He felt like he was going to explode at any minute.
"You're going to have to do better than that," came the grunted reply, Bam not really caring for anything besides the intense pleasure coursing through his veins.
"Please," he begged once more, his voice strained with tears. Bam's grip tightened on his hands as he pushed forward roughly, emphasizing his earlier point. Drawing in a shuddering breath, Ville tried again, saying something he thought he'd never say. But he was desperate. "B-Bam, I want you...I want you to make me your bitch."
Ville didn't have to turn around to know that Bam was smirking again. "I can't turn you into something you already are."
The vampire moaned into the carpet, fresh tears springing to his eyes as he cried out in frustration. He needed this. He needed this so bad and Bam was denying him. Suddenly Bam gasped, arching his back as he thrust as deep as he could; a deep, throaty moan falling from Ville's lips as the skater hit that special spot inside of him.
Bam's hand snaked along Ville's arm, nails digging into sensitive flesh and peeling away thin layers of dead skin. The nails dug in deeper as the hand reached his back, five, jagged lines spilling rivulets of blood along his spine.
Ville couldn't deny that the pain was throwing him over the edge, and without thinking he once more reached a tentative hand down and began stroking himself. He couldn't in a million years have predicted Bam's reaction to that.
Ville let out a scream of pain as Bam's hands returned to his back, this time clawing at the already bleeding wounds. Thick, callused fingers dug themselves into the open sores, prying them open further and releasing a thick pool of blood. He dragged his fingers horizontally, splitting the cuts into thick, bloody breaks in the vampire's skin. An angry, deafening growl filled the room, causing Ville to jump, "Did I give you permission to do that?"
"Stop Bam!" Ville cried, his back stiffening with intense pain. Bam continued to slam into him as he pounded an angry fist down upon the vampire's back, a hollow thud reaching his ears as an ugly bruise began to form beneath his fist.
"Answer my question, dammit," he growled, gripping Ville's hips roughly in his hands and dragging himself in deeper.
"N-No!" Ville shouted in desperation, hoping the answer would be enough.
Suddenly the door sprang open, and a puffing, red with anger Linde came storming in.
He spoke, back still facing the two pairs of eyes as he shut the door. "If you two are fighting again I'll kick both your asses. I had to carry ALL THE FUCKING SHIT UP HERE AND--" Ville froze, a whimper escaping his lips as he blushed furiously, Linde turning around at the noise, his eyes falling on the scene in front of him.
Bam continued pounding into Ville, locking gazes with Linde, as if he were daring him to say anything. Ville let out a moan despite Linde's presence, his back arching as Bam slammed into him again, blood dripping from the various marks on the vampires back, running down his forearms as he held himself up.
His head dropped, a pitiful whine escaping his lips as Bam dragged his hand down over the marks on his back, the skater's eyes never leaving Linde. Even if Ville had begged the blonde to help him, the look on Bam's face would've stopped him in the first step he took. But Linde made no move to help Ville.
Jaw hitting the floor, Linde turned on his heel and exited the room as quickly as he'd come in. Raising his head, a look of utter shock came onto Ville's features as he realized Linde had left him there.
"Linde's not going to save you this time." Bam whispered mockingly.
"Bammi please…I…I hurt…so much." Ville whimpered, his thin frame shaking. He got no response from the skater, but felt his pace pick up, driving harder and more erratic into his battered body. He felt him tense, a low moan ripping its way through the younger man's lungs as he fucked the vampire into the floor.
"Isn't this what you wanted?" Bam gasped, hitting that spot again inside Ville, making him groan, and thrust back onto the skater, not caring if he was hurt for it. "Isn't this what you begged me for, Ville?" he said softly, the first somewhat gentle word that had left his mouth, still harsh, but the mockery was gone now.
Ville was silent, thrusting back onto him at an uneven pace, striving to get some form of relief from the burning pain he was in. "Oh…oh...B-Bam..." Ville whimpered as felt Bam tense, then spasm as white hot liquid was released deep within him, the skater collapsing onto Ville's back.
Suddenly, Bam withdrew himself from the trembling vampire, and, breathing heavily yanked him by the shoulders and flipped him over.
Pained, beautifully hurt eyes looked at Bam sadly. "B-Bam p-please--" Ville began, but the skater cut him off by a soft kiss to the lips. He pulled away quickly, and looked into the vampire's face. His eyes were still closed, tears leaking out beneath the lids, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
"Look at me, Ville," Bam commanded. But Ville didn't listen. His eyes snapped open as he felt a warm hand circle his pulsing erection, shooting to Bam.
"D-don't," Ville whispered.
"Don't what?" Bam asked, looking honestly confused.
"Don't hurt me anymore."
"Do you still love me, even after what I just did to you?" Bam asked softly, letting go of Ville to tip his chin up, forcing him to look the skater in the eyes.
"Yes." Ville whispered, a single tear escaping his jade orbs. "…and yet I hate you."
Bam smiled softly, leaning into the vampire's ear. Ville flinched.
"Then I suppose I made my point, Ville." Bam whispered.
"I let you break me, Bam." Ville panted, the slightest bit of confidence coming back to his deep eyes.
"That leaves room for this, then," Bam smiled, his lips once more catching the vampire's in a heated kiss. Before Ville could protest, a warm hand wrapped itself around his length, squeezing and pumping slightly as the vampire's hips arched off the ground and into his welcoming touch.
Ville gasped, the sensation quickly becoming too much for him. He tangled a shaking hand in Bam's hair, tugging lightly at the curling brown strands as Bam continued his administrations. Bam's lips latched onto his neck, a warm tongue trailing a path along the deep bruises forming there. Ville didn't know how much longer he would last. After what just happened...he felt himself giving in to desire.
Bam flicked a skilled thumb over the head of Ville's shaft, a satisfied grin molding into Ville's neck as the vampire let out a low moan. There was no way he was going to last, he could already feel himself building dangerously close to his peek. Sharp nails dug themselves involuntarily into Bam's back as Ville clenched his eyes closed, panted breaths scorching his lungs.
"You like that?" Bam whispered huskily, nibbling slightly on Ville's earlobe. All the vampire could do was nod as he felt his toes curl up, his hips once more arching heavenward as a strangled cry tore itself from his battered lips. Bam ran a tender, shuddering nail along the thick vein running along Ville's cock, grinning as he gained another lustful moan from the vampire.
It was over far too quickly as Ville let out another scream, heated embarrassment flushing his cheeks a violent shade of crimson as he came, hard, into Bam's hand. Ville had never felt closer to God than in that one moment.
Ville's body fell limp to the floor, riding out the last waves of his orgasm as Bam sprawled out on top of him, a pleased smile on his face. Both of their breaths were coming in sharp gasps, but Ville took steady care to match his breathing to Bam's.
They sat there, entangled upon the blood-littered carpet, sweat slicked skin melding them together. As their heartbeats fell back into place and silence once more reigned, Bam shifted his eyes upwards and gave the vampire a childish grin.
"So where are we going?" he finally asked, blue eyes sparkling with mirth.
Ville peeled his eyes open for the briefest of moments, only to grunt a simple response before closing them again. "South."
"How far south?" Bam asked, amusement in his eyes, as Ville grew more annoyed.
Ville's mouth curled into a skeletal smirk, "New Orleans."
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That was a bitch to post, let me tell you...
Well there you go, folks. An uber long chapter to feed your late-night cravings. I want to take this chance to say that school is starting soon, so updates will slow down some as our time is restricted. However, the chapters will be much longer and worth your time, much like this one.
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