Pursuit of Perfection (New Fic!)
Oh yeah. It's me again, with my third Vam fic after "As Fate Wills" and "We don't need another hero". This time I promise to be a little smuttier <3. Hope y'all like it (and read it of course, I'm a feedback whore).
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: DK,DO,NH
Summary: God. How am I gonna write a summary about this without giving out too much information? Erm. It's gonna involve a child, but it's definitly no Mpreg, there's gonna be smut, death/murder and desparation. And there're going to be damn tight leather pants tehe *.* But the actual plot is still more important (to me, at least) and hopefully interesting.
- Pursuit of Perfection -
Chapter 1
It was perfect. Once again, it was complete perfection, satisfying and exiting as ever. He and Ville had been with each other for - what - 2 years now, as lovers, as an actual couple. It couldn’t be a happier relationship, and none of them would or could ask for more. They had everything, not only from each other, not only love- or sexwise, but in general. The media and their fanbases had accepted their homosexuality just ineffably well, and they were both on the top of their careers and making millions with it.
But none of it mattered now, in this very moment that his gorgeous Ville lay between his straddled legs, cock buried deep inside him and emerald eyes meeting his deep blue one’s gaze in the way that only lover’s eyes do. And that was exactly what it was - making love. Nothing even close to a random fuck, but simply a way of feeling whole, completing the other and of both feeling like one.
Bam felt Ville’s hands clutch the bed sheets next to his head tighter, and heard his name fall from kiss-swollen lips in the singer’s oh so familiar deep voice, sounding better than every song he had ever sung. His hips started to move in shorter, harder strokes and he soon had Bam panting and moaning.
“Please...” the skater almost whimpered in between, reaching up to stroke his lover’s sides. He was way too close already, but didn’t completely lose it until he felt a hand wrap around his dick firmly, strokes meeting the rhythm of deep thrusts into him. Crying out, he came hard, producing a sticky mess on the two men’s stomachs.
It didn’t take much longer to take Ville over the edge, and Bam almost immediately felt the older men’s body shudder against him with a comforting warmth almost as good as the one that was filling him up deep inside in just that moment.
Ville nuzzled on his neck for a few seconds, regaining his consciousness and catching some breath, before he pushed himself up high enough to look Bam into his eyes. He planted a sweet kiss on his forehead. “I love you, Bammie.”
“I love you too. More than anything.”
Bam smiled. He knew just how much they both meant these words, and that they were nothing but the naked truth.
Ville, on his side, shifted and cuddled a little closer so he was facing his lover. He marvelled at the sight for a second. What had he done right that he deserved someone so wonderful after all ... all he had done? He cringed at the thought that he might lose all of this, that maybe he had taken it too far this time, and that he might end up paying for it all too soon. Right now.
“Bam?” he asked carefully, feeling the lump in his throat grow bigger.
“Yeah?” a loving voice answered whilst tender fingertips drew patterns onto his stomach gently, almost causing tears not to only sting at his eyes, but to fall.
Bam looked up.
“Are you alright, love?”
Ville could only shake his head, and, frightened and bewildered, Bam just pulled him closer and comforted him through a couple choked sobs.
“God dear, what is it?” If anything, this wasn’t the normal procedure after perfect, mindblowing sex. “You know you can tell me everything.”
Ville pulled himself together as good as possible. “I know. But first I need you to know that I do love you, with all my heart, and that you’re my everything.”
“I know! And so do I, I love you.”
“But you don’t deserve an asshole like me, Bam. I...” His voice broke off when another sob ripped through his body. By now, Bam was truly scared. This hadn’t happened before, and he certainly couldn’t make out a good reason for it.
“I...” Ville began to speak again, “I did the worst thing I could ever do, and I did it to you, that’s what I hate myself for.”
“Hate yourself? Do something to me? Ville, you didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Oh yes I did, it’s just that you don’t know it yet. I am ... I am so sorry, Bam, I really am and I wished that I could take it all back, but I can’t.”
Bam stroked over his lover’s black curly hair, but secretly frowned. Whatever had happened definitely wasn’t a good thing. After all, Ville and his band had just come back from a long world tour and Bam couldn’t know all the details, but in case something incisive had happened, he had assumed he would’ve been told immediately.
“Take what back, Ville?”
“I..., I...” the singer stumbled out, “I don’t think I can tell you... I ... you’re going to hate me.”
“I could never hate you. Tell me, please?!” Whatever was going on, it scared Bam. And it started to sound more and more like what had happened was somehow closely linked to their relationship and that it was going to hurt him.
“Bam.” Ville whimpered almost inaudibly, “Bam, I cheated on you.”
A/N: Yep, that's chapter one aka the introduction. I hope it doesn't suck completely ... should I keep on posting?
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: DK,DO,NH
Summary: God. How am I gonna write a summary about this without giving out too much information? Erm. It's gonna involve a child, but it's definitly no Mpreg, there's gonna be smut, death/murder and desparation. And there're going to be damn tight leather pants tehe *.* But the actual plot is still more important (to me, at least) and hopefully interesting.
- Pursuit of Perfection -
Chapter 1
It was perfect. Once again, it was complete perfection, satisfying and exiting as ever. He and Ville had been with each other for - what - 2 years now, as lovers, as an actual couple. It couldn’t be a happier relationship, and none of them would or could ask for more. They had everything, not only from each other, not only love- or sexwise, but in general. The media and their fanbases had accepted their homosexuality just ineffably well, and they were both on the top of their careers and making millions with it.
But none of it mattered now, in this very moment that his gorgeous Ville lay between his straddled legs, cock buried deep inside him and emerald eyes meeting his deep blue one’s gaze in the way that only lover’s eyes do. And that was exactly what it was - making love. Nothing even close to a random fuck, but simply a way of feeling whole, completing the other and of both feeling like one.
Bam felt Ville’s hands clutch the bed sheets next to his head tighter, and heard his name fall from kiss-swollen lips in the singer’s oh so familiar deep voice, sounding better than every song he had ever sung. His hips started to move in shorter, harder strokes and he soon had Bam panting and moaning.
“Please...” the skater almost whimpered in between, reaching up to stroke his lover’s sides. He was way too close already, but didn’t completely lose it until he felt a hand wrap around his dick firmly, strokes meeting the rhythm of deep thrusts into him. Crying out, he came hard, producing a sticky mess on the two men’s stomachs.
It didn’t take much longer to take Ville over the edge, and Bam almost immediately felt the older men’s body shudder against him with a comforting warmth almost as good as the one that was filling him up deep inside in just that moment.
Ville nuzzled on his neck for a few seconds, regaining his consciousness and catching some breath, before he pushed himself up high enough to look Bam into his eyes. He planted a sweet kiss on his forehead. “I love you, Bammie.”
“I love you too. More than anything.”
Bam smiled. He knew just how much they both meant these words, and that they were nothing but the naked truth.
Ville, on his side, shifted and cuddled a little closer so he was facing his lover. He marvelled at the sight for a second. What had he done right that he deserved someone so wonderful after all ... all he had done? He cringed at the thought that he might lose all of this, that maybe he had taken it too far this time, and that he might end up paying for it all too soon. Right now.
“Bam?” he asked carefully, feeling the lump in his throat grow bigger.
“Yeah?” a loving voice answered whilst tender fingertips drew patterns onto his stomach gently, almost causing tears not to only sting at his eyes, but to fall.
Bam looked up.
“Are you alright, love?”
Ville could only shake his head, and, frightened and bewildered, Bam just pulled him closer and comforted him through a couple choked sobs.
“God dear, what is it?” If anything, this wasn’t the normal procedure after perfect, mindblowing sex. “You know you can tell me everything.”
Ville pulled himself together as good as possible. “I know. But first I need you to know that I do love you, with all my heart, and that you’re my everything.”
“I know! And so do I, I love you.”
“But you don’t deserve an asshole like me, Bam. I...” His voice broke off when another sob ripped through his body. By now, Bam was truly scared. This hadn’t happened before, and he certainly couldn’t make out a good reason for it.
“I...” Ville began to speak again, “I did the worst thing I could ever do, and I did it to you, that’s what I hate myself for.”
“Hate yourself? Do something to me? Ville, you didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Oh yes I did, it’s just that you don’t know it yet. I am ... I am so sorry, Bam, I really am and I wished that I could take it all back, but I can’t.”
Bam stroked over his lover’s black curly hair, but secretly frowned. Whatever had happened definitely wasn’t a good thing. After all, Ville and his band had just come back from a long world tour and Bam couldn’t know all the details, but in case something incisive had happened, he had assumed he would’ve been told immediately.
“Take what back, Ville?”
“I..., I...” the singer stumbled out, “I don’t think I can tell you... I ... you’re going to hate me.”
“I could never hate you. Tell me, please?!” Whatever was going on, it scared Bam. And it started to sound more and more like what had happened was somehow closely linked to their relationship and that it was going to hurt him.
“Bam.” Ville whimpered almost inaudibly, “Bam, I cheated on you.”
A/N: Yep, that's chapter one aka the introduction. I hope it doesn't suck completely ... should I keep on posting?