New chapter!
Hello all you lovely people! I know I said I was going to update a couple days ago, but I never got around to it. *hides* But I'm here with a new chapter for those who are reading this. Oh and happy new year! (i know, I'm a little late but oh well) I guess I won't make you wait anymore, Enjoy:
Title: The trouble-makers meets the singer
Pairing: Vam
Summary: that one thing, with that one plot (god i'm evil;))
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Never happened....(or so we think;))
Chapter 15
His slowly withdrew his lips as he glanced down at the figure beneath him. Even though darkness continued to race through the room, he could still make out the perfect body beneath him. Bringing his lips back down to the one’s he remembered being so soft he ran his tongue across the bottom lip. His begging for entrance was quickly allowed. He fell a moan in the back of his throat as the kiss continued to deepen.
Pulling away again, he rested his weight on his arms as he focused on his thrusts. Thrusts that matched perfectly with the body underneath him. Their bodies matched as one, showing that not only was their love perfect but as well as their bodies together. He heard moans leaving the lips of his lover as his thrusts continued deeper. With another quick kiss, he glanced up at his lovers eyes. Those amazing blue eyes he was wanting to see were hidden behind lashes.
Jolting into a sitting position, he quickly tried to calm his breathing. As he calmed his breathing, he noted that his body was completely covered in sweat. Looking around himself, he found out that he was in his bedroom. Wearing only the jeans he had been wearing earlier that day. First running a hand down his face, he took that same hand and ran it through his hair as he looked over at the digital clock. It flashed the red numbers 2:13 back at him. Instantly his mind went back to the dream he just had. That what it was, just a dream. He didn’t understand how he could be so pissed off at the boy, when all he did was haunt his mind. Hence the dream that felt so real to him.
With a sigh, he pulled back his covers to climb out of the bed. He knew this was not going to work. They were going to finish their little discussion from earlier that day. He did not care how late it was at the time being. Walking over to his dresser, he pulled open a drawer and picked out a shirt. Pulling it over his head, he walked across his room. Once the shirt was on, he slipped his shoes on. Then knowing all of his things were in his black coat, he grabbed it off the back of a chair. Now that he was ready, he left his apartment and head in the direction of Bam’s.
Seeing Bam’s house come into view, he took the last drag of his cigarette before flicking it onto the road. Exhaling the smoke from his body, he stepped onto the sidewalk that led to the house. Once making his way to the door, he noticed that it was locked. Remembering that after April told him that he was welcomed there whenever, she had told him were the spare key was. So leaning to his left, he picked up a small pot and reached into it. Within seconds he retrieved the small key. Taking it to the lock, he unlocked the door before putting the key back where it belonged. Carefully and quietly, he opened the front door to step inside. With his whole body in the house, he closed the door then relocked it. The whole house was darkness, showing that everyone must have been in bed. Taking a deep breath, he headed in the direction of Bam’s room.
With the door in front of him, he quietly opened it open before stepping inside. Darkness quickly engulfed his thin body as he closed the door. Waiting a few seconds, he eyes finally adjusted to the darkness. Looking around the room, he found the bed and a huge pile of blankets that represented Bam’s sleeping form. Walking up to the bed, he reached the side of it before coming to a stop. He gently kicked off his shoes before climbing onto the bed. With the extra weight shifting onto the bed, Bam moved slightly in his sleep. Finding space next to Bam’s body, he sat down Indian style on the bed. He looked so peaceful in his sleep. Shaking his head quickly, he tried to clear his mind. This was not the time for that.
“Bam.” he spoke softly as he reached forward. As his right hand touched Bam’s shoulder, he shook it slightly. “Bam.” he repeated after getting no reply the first time.
“Huh?” The word came out in a soft, mumbled whisper.
“Bam, wake up. We need to talk.” Ville stated as he looked over at the sleeping figure. Receiving no reply, he shook his form again. “Bam.”
At the shaking of his body, he woke quickly. “Huh!? What!?” he questioned as he leaned up a little, since he had been sleeping on his stomach, and looked around himself. Seeing nothing in the darkness of his room, he placed his head back on the pillow.
“Bam.”
He heard his name being called and he knew he wasn’t alone in his room. After a second or two he recognized that voice. “Ville?” he questioned out as he looked over to his left, where the voice had come from. Blinking his eyes a couple of times, he was finally able to make out a shadowy figure on his bed. “What are you doing here?” he questioned in a rasp voice as sleep threaten to overtake him again. After he spoke the question aloud, it continued to race in his mind. Last thing he knew was of he and Ville having an argument, and now he was in his bedroom. Sitting on his bed of all places.
“We need to talk.” Ville answered as he kept his gaze on Bam’s figure.
“Alright. Shoot.” Bam said as he hid a yawn behind his hand. After the yawn, he rolled over onto his back then started to pull himself into a sitting position. Setting up the pillows slightly, he rested his back against the headboard of the bed.
“Um, right.” Ville whispered as he tried to think of something to say, but he just kept reaching dead ends. “What’s happening?” he questioned softly as he removed his gaze from Bam to the sheets on the bed. Even in the dark, he could feel Bams’ gaze on him.
“You lost me.” Bam stated as he shook his head.
“Between us.” Ville added as he began to pick at the sheet, like something was there when it wasn’t. “We use to be best friends, now…” he couldn’t even finish the sentence. He knew what happened. That damn kiss is what happened. A kiss he knew both of them enjoyed, but Bam wasn’t gay. Hence he had a girlfriend. As for himself, he was lost. However, he did know that his feelings for Bam were way beyond ones he ever felt for a girl. He also knew he was falling for him fast and hard, that’s why he was taking this whole situation the hardest. Mainly because he knew he could not have Bam. Bam was already taken.
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There it was. I know you're going to hate where I stopped it *hides* but like I've said before, now I know you'll be here for the next chapter. I'm evil. Anywhatwho, Feedback is always loved. It also helps me continue writing this. :D
~Nikki
Title: The trouble-makers meets the singer
Pairing: Vam
Summary: that one thing, with that one plot (god i'm evil;))
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Never happened....(or so we think;))
Chapter 15
His slowly withdrew his lips as he glanced down at the figure beneath him. Even though darkness continued to race through the room, he could still make out the perfect body beneath him. Bringing his lips back down to the one’s he remembered being so soft he ran his tongue across the bottom lip. His begging for entrance was quickly allowed. He fell a moan in the back of his throat as the kiss continued to deepen.
Pulling away again, he rested his weight on his arms as he focused on his thrusts. Thrusts that matched perfectly with the body underneath him. Their bodies matched as one, showing that not only was their love perfect but as well as their bodies together. He heard moans leaving the lips of his lover as his thrusts continued deeper. With another quick kiss, he glanced up at his lovers eyes. Those amazing blue eyes he was wanting to see were hidden behind lashes.
Jolting into a sitting position, he quickly tried to calm his breathing. As he calmed his breathing, he noted that his body was completely covered in sweat. Looking around himself, he found out that he was in his bedroom. Wearing only the jeans he had been wearing earlier that day. First running a hand down his face, he took that same hand and ran it through his hair as he looked over at the digital clock. It flashed the red numbers 2:13 back at him. Instantly his mind went back to the dream he just had. That what it was, just a dream. He didn’t understand how he could be so pissed off at the boy, when all he did was haunt his mind. Hence the dream that felt so real to him.
With a sigh, he pulled back his covers to climb out of the bed. He knew this was not going to work. They were going to finish their little discussion from earlier that day. He did not care how late it was at the time being. Walking over to his dresser, he pulled open a drawer and picked out a shirt. Pulling it over his head, he walked across his room. Once the shirt was on, he slipped his shoes on. Then knowing all of his things were in his black coat, he grabbed it off the back of a chair. Now that he was ready, he left his apartment and head in the direction of Bam’s.
Seeing Bam’s house come into view, he took the last drag of his cigarette before flicking it onto the road. Exhaling the smoke from his body, he stepped onto the sidewalk that led to the house. Once making his way to the door, he noticed that it was locked. Remembering that after April told him that he was welcomed there whenever, she had told him were the spare key was. So leaning to his left, he picked up a small pot and reached into it. Within seconds he retrieved the small key. Taking it to the lock, he unlocked the door before putting the key back where it belonged. Carefully and quietly, he opened the front door to step inside. With his whole body in the house, he closed the door then relocked it. The whole house was darkness, showing that everyone must have been in bed. Taking a deep breath, he headed in the direction of Bam’s room.
With the door in front of him, he quietly opened it open before stepping inside. Darkness quickly engulfed his thin body as he closed the door. Waiting a few seconds, he eyes finally adjusted to the darkness. Looking around the room, he found the bed and a huge pile of blankets that represented Bam’s sleeping form. Walking up to the bed, he reached the side of it before coming to a stop. He gently kicked off his shoes before climbing onto the bed. With the extra weight shifting onto the bed, Bam moved slightly in his sleep. Finding space next to Bam’s body, he sat down Indian style on the bed. He looked so peaceful in his sleep. Shaking his head quickly, he tried to clear his mind. This was not the time for that.
“Bam.” he spoke softly as he reached forward. As his right hand touched Bam’s shoulder, he shook it slightly. “Bam.” he repeated after getting no reply the first time.
“Huh?” The word came out in a soft, mumbled whisper.
“Bam, wake up. We need to talk.” Ville stated as he looked over at the sleeping figure. Receiving no reply, he shook his form again. “Bam.”
At the shaking of his body, he woke quickly. “Huh!? What!?” he questioned as he leaned up a little, since he had been sleeping on his stomach, and looked around himself. Seeing nothing in the darkness of his room, he placed his head back on the pillow.
“Bam.”
He heard his name being called and he knew he wasn’t alone in his room. After a second or two he recognized that voice. “Ville?” he questioned out as he looked over to his left, where the voice had come from. Blinking his eyes a couple of times, he was finally able to make out a shadowy figure on his bed. “What are you doing here?” he questioned in a rasp voice as sleep threaten to overtake him again. After he spoke the question aloud, it continued to race in his mind. Last thing he knew was of he and Ville having an argument, and now he was in his bedroom. Sitting on his bed of all places.
“We need to talk.” Ville answered as he kept his gaze on Bam’s figure.
“Alright. Shoot.” Bam said as he hid a yawn behind his hand. After the yawn, he rolled over onto his back then started to pull himself into a sitting position. Setting up the pillows slightly, he rested his back against the headboard of the bed.
“Um, right.” Ville whispered as he tried to think of something to say, but he just kept reaching dead ends. “What’s happening?” he questioned softly as he removed his gaze from Bam to the sheets on the bed. Even in the dark, he could feel Bams’ gaze on him.
“You lost me.” Bam stated as he shook his head.
“Between us.” Ville added as he began to pick at the sheet, like something was there when it wasn’t. “We use to be best friends, now…” he couldn’t even finish the sentence. He knew what happened. That damn kiss is what happened. A kiss he knew both of them enjoyed, but Bam wasn’t gay. Hence he had a girlfriend. As for himself, he was lost. However, he did know that his feelings for Bam were way beyond ones he ever felt for a girl. He also knew he was falling for him fast and hard, that’s why he was taking this whole situation the hardest. Mainly because he knew he could not have Bam. Bam was already taken.
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There it was. I know you're going to hate where I stopped it *hides* but like I've said before, now I know you'll be here for the next chapter. I'm evil. Anywhatwho, Feedback is always loved. It also helps me continue writing this. :D
~Nikki