Brain Damage (Another OneShot)
Title: Brain Damage
Author: Loki_the_Sinner
Pairing: Vam…And Ville/(Not telling) and Bam/(Not telling!)
Rating: R
Summary: umm…Basically about different times Ville and Bam have sex…
Disclaimer: Nope I still don’t own them…But I will oh, I will! Muhahahaha
Warnings: Sexyness! :P
A/n: I’m considering doing a series of oneshots all using Pink Floyd songs…Who likes the idea?
This one is Brain Damage!
Enjoy
Brain Damage
The lunatic is on the grass
It was warm outside, the sun was setting and Ville and Bam lay quietly in the yard watching it.
Side by side hands clasped between them.
Not a word was spoken between them.
None were needed as Bam rolled on top of Ville and kissed him gently on the lips.
That time was out of love, it was all lips and gentle caresses, sweetness and care.
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
It was late on a cold December night when Bam snuck into the guest room.
Him and Ville hadn’t stopped fighting all week long, ever since the singer got off the plane all they’d done was argue.
Bam shook Ville awake none to gently.
“What the hell’s been up with you all week?”
Ville had gotten angry then, “What the fuck do you think my problem is!”
Bam had been taken by surprise, Ville never shouted at him.
“Get out Bam.”
Bam shook his head, “No, Tell me what’s been fucking going on!”
And then Ville kissed him.
That time, the first, it was anger, all teeth and scratches, pain and Violence.
got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
They got in a fight Bam had broken up with him and Ville wanted to get even.
He’d stormed into the living room, grabbed Novak and kissed him.
Novak, being a man of little or no morals accepted.
That time it wall for revenge, not rough but not gentle. No pain but no care.
It just was.
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
When Bam found out he jumped in his car drove to Ville’s hotel and knocked on Linde’s door.
Linde, being a rather slutty drunk, and unable to figure out who Bam was allowed it to happen.
That time was empty, no pain, and no pleasure. Nothing.
And every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
Bam realized days later he was being a dick.
And so he went to Ville’s hotel, and this time he knocked on Ville’s door.
As soon as the door opened he grabbed Ville, smashed their lips together and slammed the door behind him.
That time was angry and loving, painful but full of pleasure.
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
They came home drunk to find Ryan on the couch.
He’d been kicked out of his house.
So they took him to they’re bedroom and let him stay there.
Ryan being one to always say yes to sex, let them.
“Bam I don’t think this is a good idea man.”
“Ry shut up and screw my boyfriend.”
That time was dirty. All fun and games and alcohol.
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head
It was past midnight and they’d been bar hopping all night.
Ville pulled Bam into and ally and pushed him against the wall, dominating him completely.
Bam being too wasted to object allowed Ville to tear his pants off and fuck him against the wall.
That time had been Bam’s first. It had been painful but not in a bad way.
All love and lust, need and want.
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
They were in Finland for Ville’s mother’s birthday.
She’d gone out to lunch with his father and they were alone at home.
They were in the kitchen making a cake when Bam suddenly threw a clump of icing into Ville’s hair.
“BAM! MY HAIR!”
“God you’re such a girl!”
So Ville dumped the batter over his head and then proceeded to screw him on the kitchen counter.
That time was funny, All laughs and moans, teasing and shouts of, “Who’s a fucking girl now bitch!"
You re-arrange me till I’m sane
You lock the door
and throw away the key
But if you ask Bam or Ville they would both tell you that the best time was in the bath tub.
Bam had been out causing mayhem all day; he walked in the door to be greeted by Ville in a bathrobe.
Ville had led him up the stairs and into the bathroom.
He’d gone all out, candles, bubbles, music and bath salts.
Bam had torn off his clothes and jumped right in.
Ville had slowly slipped out of his robe and into the tub.
That time was loving, caring, gentle, rough, sexy, and fun.
That time was perfect.
There’s someone in my head but it’s not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you’re in starts playing different tunes
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon
Author: Loki_the_Sinner
Pairing: Vam…And Ville/(Not telling) and Bam/(Not telling!)
Rating: R
Summary: umm…Basically about different times Ville and Bam have sex…
Disclaimer: Nope I still don’t own them…But I will oh, I will! Muhahahaha
Warnings: Sexyness! :P
A/n: I’m considering doing a series of oneshots all using Pink Floyd songs…Who likes the idea?
This one is Brain Damage!
Enjoy
Brain Damage
The lunatic is on the grass
It was warm outside, the sun was setting and Ville and Bam lay quietly in the yard watching it.
Side by side hands clasped between them.
Not a word was spoken between them.
None were needed as Bam rolled on top of Ville and kissed him gently on the lips.
That time was out of love, it was all lips and gentle caresses, sweetness and care.
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
It was late on a cold December night when Bam snuck into the guest room.
Him and Ville hadn’t stopped fighting all week long, ever since the singer got off the plane all they’d done was argue.
Bam shook Ville awake none to gently.
“What the hell’s been up with you all week?”
Ville had gotten angry then, “What the fuck do you think my problem is!”
Bam had been taken by surprise, Ville never shouted at him.
“Get out Bam.”
Bam shook his head, “No, Tell me what’s been fucking going on!”
And then Ville kissed him.
That time, the first, it was anger, all teeth and scratches, pain and Violence.
got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
They got in a fight Bam had broken up with him and Ville wanted to get even.
He’d stormed into the living room, grabbed Novak and kissed him.
Novak, being a man of little or no morals accepted.
That time it wall for revenge, not rough but not gentle. No pain but no care.
It just was.
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
When Bam found out he jumped in his car drove to Ville’s hotel and knocked on Linde’s door.
Linde, being a rather slutty drunk, and unable to figure out who Bam was allowed it to happen.
That time was empty, no pain, and no pleasure. Nothing.
And every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
Bam realized days later he was being a dick.
And so he went to Ville’s hotel, and this time he knocked on Ville’s door.
As soon as the door opened he grabbed Ville, smashed their lips together and slammed the door behind him.
That time was angry and loving, painful but full of pleasure.
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
They came home drunk to find Ryan on the couch.
He’d been kicked out of his house.
So they took him to they’re bedroom and let him stay there.
Ryan being one to always say yes to sex, let them.
“Bam I don’t think this is a good idea man.”
“Ry shut up and screw my boyfriend.”
That time was dirty. All fun and games and alcohol.
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head
It was past midnight and they’d been bar hopping all night.
Ville pulled Bam into and ally and pushed him against the wall, dominating him completely.
Bam being too wasted to object allowed Ville to tear his pants off and fuck him against the wall.
That time had been Bam’s first. It had been painful but not in a bad way.
All love and lust, need and want.
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
They were in Finland for Ville’s mother’s birthday.
She’d gone out to lunch with his father and they were alone at home.
They were in the kitchen making a cake when Bam suddenly threw a clump of icing into Ville’s hair.
“BAM! MY HAIR!”
“God you’re such a girl!”
So Ville dumped the batter over his head and then proceeded to screw him on the kitchen counter.
That time was funny, All laughs and moans, teasing and shouts of, “Who’s a fucking girl now bitch!"
You re-arrange me till I’m sane
You lock the door
and throw away the key
But if you ask Bam or Ville they would both tell you that the best time was in the bath tub.
Bam had been out causing mayhem all day; he walked in the door to be greeted by Ville in a bathrobe.
Ville had led him up the stairs and into the bathroom.
He’d gone all out, candles, bubbles, music and bath salts.
Bam had torn off his clothes and jumped right in.
Ville had slowly slipped out of his robe and into the tub.
That time was loving, caring, gentle, rough, sexy, and fun.
That time was perfect.
There’s someone in my head but it’s not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you’re in starts playing different tunes
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon