Shall I release you? Must I release you?
Title: Walking Sin
Chapter: Prologue (/Snippet)
Author: slasher48 / bad_bad_books
Rating: Only R for now. Will progress to NC-17, I suspect.
Pairing: See if you can't figure it out. ;)
Disclaimer: This is completely AU, but as the characters here are based upon real people, I'm going to say: No. Not mine. Don't sue.
Summary: Take an outcast and a "good" Catholic boy with a skateboard and add a little splash of lust and what do you get? --Prompt 006. Crucify
Warning(s): Young boy, older man. Religious talk. Homophobia. Ville may or may not be famous, and Bam isn't yet.
Dedicated to lifepartner (melindajane ) on her birthday because well, she deserves it. And if I'm going to write another chapter story for anybody, it would always have to be her. Because I love her motherfuckin' face and she's my daily inspiration. And because I want her to love her birthday, if for no other reason than starting this fic. ♥
He was perched on the edge of a table in my favorite café the first time I saw him. I couldn’t have known then how much he showed me just with the way he sat - how hanging his feet over the edge was all about being ready to bounce away at any moment, ready to hurl himself away from what he didn’t want anymore. Every second I stared at him felt like another second I’d never get back, but I wasn’t so sure, after I saw his eyes flash like that, that I cared.
He was all that I shouldn’t have wanted and everything I’d been exiled for having before. Still, he drew me in, like an arachnid skittering over his web and staring at the fly innocently before dragging his blood out of every cell and stealing his life force. Only he wasn’t even aware yet of how he had caught me.
“But damn her, the bitch had to tell her friends I didn’t know how to muff dive, and now every girl in the senior year treats me like I got some kinda disease.”
I wanted to laugh at the good little Catholic boy swearing like a sailor and speaking so casually of sex in the middle of a crowded coffee bar. I wanted to, but everybody in town knew this particular good Catholic boy had as little love for the Church as the Church had for him. All the shop owners had barred him away from every place he had been; all the restaurants sat him outside, away from the breakable décor. He was the very meaning of destruction, and took pains to make sure he wasn’t following any of what he’d been taught, at any hour in the day.
Maybe that’s why I was so interested in him, and if it was, I should have been ashamed of myself. I already had lost myself once in the kind of thing I was pondering, and there was no doubt I’d come off the worse for it. How could I even think about lighting the fuse on the life-changing explosion this could become?
Then he reached for his soda and, licking his lips before he would sip, caught my eye. He blinked, and then winked, smiling like he wanted to know me before he turned back to his friends.
And I swallowed hard as my stomach hit my feet, wondering:
How could I not?
*****
I am hoping to turn this into as many chapters as possible.
But if not, this will remain a snippet of my craziness. An insight into the weirdness that is Slasher. ;)
If you want more of it, let me know!
And Happy Birthday, lady! I hope you love it!
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Chapter: Prologue (/Snippet)
Author: slasher48 / bad_bad_books
Rating: Only R for now. Will progress to NC-17, I suspect.
Pairing: See if you can't figure it out. ;)
Disclaimer: This is completely AU, but as the characters here are based upon real people, I'm going to say: No. Not mine. Don't sue.
Summary: Take an outcast and a "good" Catholic boy with a skateboard and add a little splash of lust and what do you get? --Prompt 006. Crucify
Warning(s): Young boy, older man. Religious talk. Homophobia. Ville may or may not be famous, and Bam isn't yet.
Dedicated to lifepartner (melindajane ) on her birthday because well, she deserves it. And if I'm going to write another chapter story for anybody, it would always have to be her. Because I love her motherfuckin' face and she's my daily inspiration. And because I want her to love her birthday, if for no other reason than starting this fic. ♥
He was perched on the edge of a table in my favorite café the first time I saw him. I couldn’t have known then how much he showed me just with the way he sat - how hanging his feet over the edge was all about being ready to bounce away at any moment, ready to hurl himself away from what he didn’t want anymore. Every second I stared at him felt like another second I’d never get back, but I wasn’t so sure, after I saw his eyes flash like that, that I cared.
He was all that I shouldn’t have wanted and everything I’d been exiled for having before. Still, he drew me in, like an arachnid skittering over his web and staring at the fly innocently before dragging his blood out of every cell and stealing his life force. Only he wasn’t even aware yet of how he had caught me.
“But damn her, the bitch had to tell her friends I didn’t know how to muff dive, and now every girl in the senior year treats me like I got some kinda disease.”
I wanted to laugh at the good little Catholic boy swearing like a sailor and speaking so casually of sex in the middle of a crowded coffee bar. I wanted to, but everybody in town knew this particular good Catholic boy had as little love for the Church as the Church had for him. All the shop owners had barred him away from every place he had been; all the restaurants sat him outside, away from the breakable décor. He was the very meaning of destruction, and took pains to make sure he wasn’t following any of what he’d been taught, at any hour in the day.
Maybe that’s why I was so interested in him, and if it was, I should have been ashamed of myself. I already had lost myself once in the kind of thing I was pondering, and there was no doubt I’d come off the worse for it. How could I even think about lighting the fuse on the life-changing explosion this could become?
Then he reached for his soda and, licking his lips before he would sip, caught my eye. He blinked, and then winked, smiling like he wanted to know me before he turned back to his friends.
And I swallowed hard as my stomach hit my feet, wondering:
How could I not?
*****
I am hoping to turn this into as many chapters as possible.
But if not, this will remain a snippet of my craziness. An insight into the weirdness that is Slasher. ;)
If you want more of it, let me know!
And Happy Birthday, lady! I hope you love it!
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